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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


DMdoit    SOA- 


Section 


TAL   HYMNS. 


HENRY  WARD   BEECIIER. 


BOSTON: 
PHILLIPS,   SAMPSON  AND  COMPANY. 

18  5  8. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1858,  by 

PHILLIPS,  SAMPSON  &  CO., 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massachusetts. 


Stereotyped   by 

HOBART   &   BOBBINS, 

New  England  Type  and  Stereotype  Foundery. 

BOSTON. 


INTRODUCTION 


1.  Almost  every  hymn  in  this  collection  has  been 
taken  from  the  "Plymouth  Collection  of  Hymns 
and  Tunes."  Although  the  tunes  which  are  best 
known  in  the  places  where  this  book  shall  be  used, 
should  be  employed,  those  who  desire  others,  and  espe- 
cially for  the  unusual  metres,  will  find  them  in  the 
Plymouth  Collection. 

2.  Although  the  publishers  requested  us  to  form  a 
Collection  of  Revival  Hymns  suitable  to  the  general 
feeling  which  now  prevails  throughout  this  whole  na- 
tion, we  have  thought  that  that  design  would  be  best 
accomplished  by  a  work  suited  to  all  social  religious 
meetings.  Revivals  decline  and  pass  away.  Confer- 
ence meetings,  lectures,  prayer  meetings,  and  house- 
hold prayers,  abide  and  go  with  us  through  the  year. 
We  have  sought,  in  this  condensation  of  a  larger  book, 
to  make  provision  for  all  the  minor  meetings  of  Chris- 
tian congregations. 

3.  A  great  many  Revival  Collections  of  Hymns  have 
been  already  published  ;  but,  hitherto,  the  materials, 
which  are  now  so  abundant,  either  did  not  exist,  or 
were  not  known,  or  were  inaccessible.  Although  there 
are  more  than  four  hundred  hymns  in  this  collection, 
it  has  been  the  aim  of  the  publisher  to  give  them  to 
the  Christian  public  at  a  price  so  low  as  to  put  them 
within  the  reach  of  the  poorest,  and  to  make  it  possi- 
ble for  the  liberal  to  buy  them  in  quantities  for  gratu- 
itous distribution. 


IV  INTRODUCTION. 

4.  The  singing  of  a  Christian  people  epitomizes 
their  Christian  liberty.  The  Reformation  wrested  from 
omcial  hauds  this  transcendent  element  of  public  wor- 
ship, and  gave  it  back  to  the  people  as  a  recovered 
libert}'.  Give  hymns  enough  and  singing  enough,  and 
the  Christian  laity  Avill  make  head  against  ecclesiasti- 
cal defection,  against  doctrinal  aberration,  and  against 
spiritual  declension  ;  for  a  hymn  carries  the  people's 
theology,  their  commentary,  their  experience.  What 
the  truest  life  of  the  soul  in  Christ  is,  the  world  must 
read  in  hymns;  what  the  profoundest  joys,  the  most 
touching  sorrows,  must  be  learned  of  hymns.  The 
most  subtle  and  interior  meanings  of  Scripture  have 
been  better  drawn  out  in  hymns  than  in  any  biblical 
commentaries.  Texts  are  seeds  planted  in  the  soil  of 
human  hearts  ;  hymns  are  the  blossoms  which  they 
bear,  when  they  grow  to  their  full  experimental  mean- 
ing. Thus  it  is  that  the  world's. richest  piety,  its  most 
profound  heart-histories,  the  record  of  its  most  memo- 
rable but  heart-hidden  experiences,  is  contained  in 
hymns.  The  two  books  —  the  Bible  and  the  Hymn 
Book  —  carry  more  of  the  world's  heart  in  them  than 
all  the  rest  of  the  books  on  the  globe. 

5.  While  we  yield  to  no  one  in  our  impression  of 
the  value  of  public  preaching,  Ave  are  yet  satisfied  that 
a  Christian  prayer  meeting  contains  the  elements  of 
power  which  may  be  developed  to  be  even  mightier 
than  the  pulpit.  The  uttered  testimony  of  the  whole 
brotherhood   ought  to  be    broader,  richer,  and  more 

.  various,  than  the  best  teachings  of  any  single  Christian 
i  man.  The  truths  of  God's  Word,  interpreted  through 
t  the  hearts  of  his  people,  and  uttered  as  a  testimony  to 
s  living  facts,  by  experimental  witnesses,  ought  to  be 
.  more  eloquent  and  more  affecting,  than  the  most  stud- 
*  iod  sermons  of  the  ablest  men.     Among  Protestants, 


INTRODUCTION.  V 

the  voice  of  the  church  is  to  be  heard  in  the  prayer 
meeting.  The  pulpit  itself  must  stand  in  the  atmos- 
phere which  Christian  prayers  make  for  it. 
■  With  familiar  hymns,  uttered  in  sweet  melodies,  the 
most  ignorant  Christian  finds  himself  able  to  speak 
eloquently.  A  hymn  steadies  the  stammering  tongue 
to  the  sublimest  and  most  equable  utterance.  Singing 
is  not  only  the  sweetest  discoursing,  but  it  is  the  only 
natural  method  by  Avhich  multitudes  may  speak  to- 
gether, and  give  to  profound  truth  the  impulse  of  a 
thousand  hearts.  There  is  no  testimony  ever  pub- 
licly uttered  to  God's  faithfulness,  to  Christ's  help- 
fulness, to  the  Spirit's  illumination,  to  the  joyfulnes3 
and  fieace  of  a  Christian  life,  to  the  faith  and  foresight 
of  heaven,  that  can  be  compared  for  fulness,  for  solem- 
nity, and  for  grandeur,  to  that  which  a  congregation 
makes  in  the  singing  of  psalms  and  hymns  ;  and  a 
church  without  singing  is  like  a  dwelling  without  fire 
or  light. 

6.  We  have  only  to  add,  that  no  man  ought  to  re- 
gard himself  as  equipped  for  the  pastoral  work  who  is 
not  familiar  with  Christian  hymns,  and  alive  to  the 
power  of  Christian  song.  When  the  Church  begins  to 
lift  up  her  voice,  and  preach  through  music,  then  we 
may  hope  for  the  latter-day  glory.  And  ministers 
must  be  the  leaders  in  this  work.  Our  theological  semi- 
naries ought  to  teach  men  how  to  employ  hymns  as 
assiduously  as  how  to  employ  sermons.  The  Church 
will  never  sing  with  the  majestic  utterances  which  be- 
long to  God's  ransomed  ones,  if  her  ministers  are  tune- 
less and  indifferent  to  the  wealth  and  power  of  Christian, 
-bymns  chanted  in  Christian  tunes. 

HENRY  WARD  BEECHER. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  April,  1858. 


TOPICAL  INDEX. 


Hymn. 

SONGS  OF  GREETING, 1—19 

INVITATION   AND    WARNING,   ....      20—64 
THE   PENITENT  PLEADING   AND   RE- 
JOICING,          65—94 

REJOICING   AND   PRAISING, 95—135 

ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE,     ....  136—191 
TRUST,   HOPE,  CONSECRATION,  ....  192—246 

HYMNS   OF   CHRIST, 247—297 

HYMNS   OF   CONSOLATION, 298—315 

HYMNS  OF  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP,  316—325 
CHRIST'S   KINGDOM  ON  EARTH,  .    .    .326—335 

DEATH  AND  HEAVEN, 336—368 

MORNING  AND  EVENING, 369—377 

THE  SABBATH, 378—384 

MISCELLANEOUS,      385—396 

DOXOLOGIE8,  .   , 397—414 

6 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Hymn 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 174 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 195 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 105 

Along  the  mountain  track  of  life 180 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 97 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 145 

Amidst  Thy  wrath  remember  love 299 

And  are  we  yet  alive 319 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 362 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 81 

And  now  another  week  begins 379 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 349 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 305 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 87 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 134 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven    .  \ 395 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet 229 

At  the  cross  her  station  keeping 270 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 73 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 102 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 143 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes 144 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears 147 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 24 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 120 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 339 

Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 232 

Beyond  the  starry  skies 256 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 320 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 321 

Blest  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright 383 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 20 

Both  heaven  and  earth  do  worship  Thee 117 


YIII  INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 163 

By  angels  in  heaven 405 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 345 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 344 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  filled  with  dismay 38 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 285 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 226 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er  thee 164 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 16 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 17 

Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew 251 

Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come 318 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 2 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove 179 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God  . 5 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 99 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 103 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 173 

Come  now,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God 137 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 42 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast 25 

pome,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace 119 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 127 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 44 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 63 

Come,  wandering  shee"p,  0  come 51 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed 22 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord 4 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord 10 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name 101 

Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden 45 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 46 

Come,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted 52 

Come,  ye  weary  souls  oppressed 68 

Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation 123 

Crown  His  head  with  endless  blessing 100 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 230 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 203 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 396 

Defend  the  poor  and  desolate 385 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 65 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 184 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  IX 


Does  the  gospel  word  proclaim 75 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord 284 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn 48 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 314 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long 360 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 293 

Fair  shines  the  morning  star 39 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit 404 

Few,  few,  and  evil  are  thy  days 347 

Firm  as  the  earth  Thy  gospel  stands 231 

"  Forever,  with  the  Lord  " 152 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 324 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go 370 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free 201 

Friend  after  friend  departs 346 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 268 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 234 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 333 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 29 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 16S 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King 255 

Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  bless 382 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 373 

God  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 240 

God !  my  supporter  and  my  hope 209 

God,  the  All-terrible  !  Thou  who  ordainest 391 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing  .    .    . 197 

Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear 74 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee 403 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 166 

Hark  !  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming 390 

Hark  !  hark!  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 114 

Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 331 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 250 

Hark  !  those  happy  voices  saying 31 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 291 

Hark  !  what  celestial  sounds 249 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus 112 

Hail,  thou  happy  morn,  so  glorious 289 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus 254 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 335 

Hail,  trancpiil  hour  of  closing  day 370 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Ilaste,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise 43 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him 272 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant 1 

Hear,  0  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 41 

Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease 356 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 204 

He,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known 274 

Here  at  Thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord 89 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 352 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 187 

Holy  Father,  Thou  hast  taught  me 165 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 18 

Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen 288 

Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light 185 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 19 

How  beauteous  wei-e  the  marks  divine 262 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 15 

How  charming  is  the  place 14 

How  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy 213 

How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years 276 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 196 

How  happy  are  the  new-born  race Ill 

How  happy  they,  who,  safely  housed 343 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 307 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 32 

How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight 322 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 131 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 8 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while 323 

Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar 392 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 238 

If  through  unruffled  seas 166 

I  long  to  behold  Him  arrayed 186 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord      317 

I  love  to  steal  a  while  away 375 

I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  "m  a  stranger 35S 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here 365 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 121 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 193 

I  now  have  found  abiding  rest 88 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 57 


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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  XI 


I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 84 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray 151. 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 94 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 189 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 303 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise      334 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 243 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 219 

Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain 175 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 271 

Jesus  lives  !  thy  terrors  now 221 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 287 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 194 

Jesus,  my  constant  Friend  Thou  art 295 

Jesus,  my  God,  my  Saviour 286 

Jesus!  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All 265 

Jesus,  my  strength,   my  hope 159 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun   .    .    . 280 

Jesus  —  the  name  high  over  all 140 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 199 

Jesus  !  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend 266 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  some 279 

Jesus  !  Thy  robe  of  righteousness 106 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 309 

Jesus,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain 66 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 368 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come .      1 

Just  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea 78 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  His  dear  sake 3 

Lamb  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 150 

Let  party  names  no  more 6 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 108 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 92 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 225 

Little  travellers  Zionward 394 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious 290 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 58 

Lord !  I  cannot  let  Thee  go  ...    . 222 

Lord,  in  Thy  garden  agony 238 

Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 389 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 388 

Lord,  see  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise 200 


XII  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Lord,  Thou  hast  won  —  at  length  I  yield 83 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 246 

Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 377 

Lord  !  'tis  an  infinite  delight 118 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 338 

Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage 206 

Lo  !  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking  .    . ' 350 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 135 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 129 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 283 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love 387 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing 7 

"  Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of  David  " 237 

Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case 300 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 248 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 156 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 224 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 363 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 62 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 214 

My  Father  bids  me  come 310 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 188 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 177 

My  Lord,  if  Thou  one  moment  leave 20S 

My  Saviour,  can  I  follow  Thee 304 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 136 

My  Saviour,  Thou  Thy  love  to  me 278 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 154 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day 53 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 315 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy 169 

Nearer,  my  Gol,  to  Thee 158 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 371 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 210 

None  loves  me,  Saviour,  with  Thy  love 269 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 71 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 332 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 110 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 247 

Now  have  I  found  the  ground  wherein 98 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 292 

^ow  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime 149 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  XIII 


Now  let  our  voices  join -. 9 

Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 47 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three 411 

Now  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast 235 

0  blest  Creator  of  the  light 369 

0,  city  of  the  Lord  !  begin 330 

0  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 139 

0  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 259 

0  dearest  Lamb,  take  Thou  my  heart 242 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 327 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 281 

0  Father,  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addressed 406 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 153 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 93 

Oft  when  the  waves  of  passion  rise 220 

O  God  of  Bethel!  by  whose  hand 212 

0  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 192 

0  happy  saints,  that  dwell  in  light 361 

0  happy  souls  !  0  glorious  state 132 

0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 116  and  191 

0,  how  happy  are  they 122 

0  Jesus  !  light  of  all  below 263 

0  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still 227 

0  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 302 

0  Lord,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care 312 

0,  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art 126 

0,  my  dear  Saviour,  when  Thy  cares 260 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 325 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 128 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 353 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 216 

0,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself 239 

0,  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone ' 33 

0,  spirit,  freed  from  earth 348 

0  tell  me,  Thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul 161 

0  that  I  could  forever  dwell 142 

0  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 181 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 67 

0  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 141 

O  Thou,  in  whose  presence 172 

0  Thou  that  hcar'st  the  prayer  of  faith 79 

0  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die 49 


XIV  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Our  heavenly  Father  calls 308 

0  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 178 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found 55 

People  of  the  living  God 316 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 284 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 190 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 397 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation 413 

Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens,  adore  Him 133 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high 410 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 130 

Rejoice  in  God  ahvay 157 

Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King 245 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return 28 

Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home 27 

Repent !  the  voice  celestial  cries 30 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 351 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 72 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound 96 

Say,  sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within 26 

Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for  those 340 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending 60 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 342 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 70 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 409 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 104 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure 59 

Sinner  !  come,  'mid  the  gloom 50 

Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call 36 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 37 

Soldier  of  Christ,  arise 155  and  162 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 12 

Soon  in  the  grave  my  flesh  shall  rest 107 

Speak  with  us,  Lord  ;  Thyself  reveal 148 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 11 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 146 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 69 

Sweet  is  the  task,  O  Lord 380 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 109 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 301 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 183 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 386 


INDEX    OF    FIRST   LINES.  XV 


The  day  approacheth,  0  my  soul , 35 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 182 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 253 

The  Lord  into  His  garden  comes 313 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  He  makes  me  repose 233 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 211 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 303 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 115 

The  peace,  which  God  alone  reveals 399 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 273 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 355 

There  is  a  little,  lonely  fold 217 

There  's  a  Friend  above  all  others 124 

The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 23 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 21 

The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds    .    .  • 341 

The  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountain     .    .    54 

They  who  seek  the"  throne  of  grace 176 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 381 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 378 

Thou  art  the  Way  ;  and  he  who  sighs 267 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height 76 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 277 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  !  whose  flaming  eyes 91 

Thou,  0  Lord,  in  tender  love 207 

Thou,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 90 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 85 

Thou  very  present  aid 223 

Though  all  the  world  my  choice  deride 138 

Though  in  a  foreign  land 215 

Though  sorrows  rise,  and  dangers  roll 198 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us 160 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 205 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord 241 

'T  is  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze 374 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 298 

'T  is  not  the  skill  of  human  art 282 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 34 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 400  and  412 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 408 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope 296 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 275 


XVI  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


To  Thee  be  praise  forever 402 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 414 

Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high 25S 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill 228 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 337 

We  are  on  our  journey  home 3G7 

"Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God 77 

Welcome,  0  Saviour  !  to  my  heart 261 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 95 

We  praise  Thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul 333 

We  raise  our  shouts,  0  God,  to  Thee 401 

We  're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above 40 

"  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  " 364 

What  is  life  ?  't  is  but  a  vapor 354 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 366 

When  God  revealed  His  gracious  name 86 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 171 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 218 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 244 

When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray 372 

When,  overwhelmed  with  grief 311 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 326 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 202 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 384 

When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 82 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 61 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands 294 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 64 

While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest 252 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 359 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 336 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 313 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now .    80 

Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway 398 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne 407 

Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord 257 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim 297 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 13 

Yes  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 328 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears 170 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden  souls 357 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne 407 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 329 


REVIVAL   HYMNS 


SONGS   OF   GREETING. 

1.        0.    M.  J  Antioch! 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King-; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  Melds  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 

He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
1  1 


2.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


2.    S.  M.  j*fi 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus7  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  7T  is  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  sonl, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 


SONGS    OF    GREETING.  3. 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and 
love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


3.     L.  M.  J 


P.  C.  213. 


1  Kindred  in  Christ !  for  His  clear  sake 

£.  hearty  welcome  here,  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  He  can  give. 

2  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with 
love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

Who   lived,   and    died,   and   reigns, 
for  us. 

4  We  '11  talk  of  all  He  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ;  — 
The  path  He  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
doin"-  for  us  now. 


4.  SONGS   OF   GREETING. 

5  Thus,  —  as  the  moments  pass  away,  — 
We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


4      a    m  j  p.  c.  198. 

•       O.    ill.  }  St.  Thomas. 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord,     • 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song-  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  -King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
4 


SONGS    OF    GREETING.  5. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's 
ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  hierh. 


p.  e.  as. 

Gratitude. 


£.     L.  M. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God  ! 

In  Jesus'  name  we  bid  thee  come  ; 
No  more  thy  feet  shall  roam  abroad  ; 
Henceforth    a    brother,  —  welcome 
home. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove  ; 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make   our  joys  and  sorrows 

known  ; 
We  '11  share  each   other's  hopes   and 

fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

.  Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 


6,  7.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

0,  may  we  all  tog-ether  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above  ! 


tfS         C!      M  5    P.  C.  227. 

55.        D,     1V1.  }  Watchman. 

Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread ; 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 

And  every  heart  is  love. 

7.    Is  &  6s.  fsajt 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing, 

In  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and.  grace. 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord ; 

All  in  one  thanksgiving  join  ! 
6 


SONGS   OP   GREETING.  8. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Eternal  praise  be  Thine  ! 

!  Thee,  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night, 

And  never,  never  cease  ; 
Angels  and  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One  ; 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall, 

O'erwhelmed  before  Thy  throne  ! 

Father,  God,  Thy  love  we  praise, 

Which  gave  Thy  Son  to  die  ; 
Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify ; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 

Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join, 

And  earth  is  turned  to  heaven. 

§Q     M  5    P.  C.226. 

•     o.  iu.  Estate  Street# 

How  sweet  tl]£  melting  lay 
Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 

When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer  ! 


9.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs, 
And  sends  His  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray, 

Before  the  morning  light, — 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  So  Jesus  still  doth  pray, 

Before  the  morning  bright, 
On  heavenly  mountains  far  away, 
While  we  toil  here  in  night. 

5  Leave,  Lord,  thy  vigil  there  ; 

Descend  upon  life's  wave  ; 
Come  to  the  bark  through  midnight  air ; 
The  storm  shall  cease  to  rave. 


O.        S.   M.  iS«ntineL 

1   Now  let  our  voices  jo,in 
To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 
8 


SONGS    OF    GREETING.  10. 

2  Bright  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring-  ; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honor  to  His  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 
To  Him,  who  leads  the  wanderer  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day ! 

lO.    CM.  S££S. 

1  Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 

And  raise  your  souls  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  —  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  His  word  declares, 

And  all  His  mercies  prove  ; 
While   Christ,  the    atoning  Lamb,  ap- 
pears, 
To  show  that  —  God  is  love. 
9 


11.  SONGS   OF   GREETING. 

3  Behold  His  loving-kindness  waits 

For  those  who  from  Him  rove, 
And  calls  for  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them  —  God  is  love. 

4  0,  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  I 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that  —  God  is  love. 


1  1.        S.    M.  JBoylston. 

1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  0  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 
10 


SONGS   OF   GREETING.  12. 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 


flO"         *7a  J  P.  C.2D0. 

»*■         <=>•  )    Essex. 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, — ■ 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

11 


13.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No  ;  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 


1&      S    M  jp.cim, 

*«>.        O.    lYL.  }  Olmutz. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  His  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  !    'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And  while  we  speak,  He  's  near  ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 
12 


SONGS   OF   GREETING.  14. 


]J       a    M  s  p.  c.  230. 

Afft*        O.    ML.  }  State  Street. 

1  How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 
And  sheds  His  love  abroad  !    • 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  His  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 

Within  Thy  blessed  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  — 
The  servants  of  my  God. 
13 


15.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

15.    L.  M.  {£&S 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
IIow swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 

•Whose    hearts,    whose    faith,    whose 
hopes  are  one  ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  watchful  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  His  awful  face  ; 
How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures 

swell, 
There  7s  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
'Midst    nature's    drooping,    sickening 

fire  : 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above  — 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 
14 


SONGS   OF   GKEETING.  16. 

16.     6s&4s.  j'dftff- 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God  ; 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 

Spread  Jesus'  fame  ; 
Tell  what  His  love  has  done  ; 
Trust  in  His  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  His  lofty  throne, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!  " 

Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the- glad  theme  ; 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King ; 
Strike  each  melodious  string  ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

Hark !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  His  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 
15 


17,  18.  SONGS    OF   GREETING. 

t¥,        S.    M.  \  Eupaton 

1  Come  at  the  morning  hour, 

Gome,  let  us  kneel  and  pray  ; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray  ; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 

0,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray  ! 


18.     7s. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored  ; 
Lord  !  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
16 


p.  c.  t 

Kir. 


SONGS    OF   GREETING.  19. 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide -our  footsteps  in  Thy  way  ; 
Then  on  high  we  '11  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 

4  Lord  !  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 


19.    L.  M.  [&S& 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  hosanna  sing. 

Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thine  angels  ciy  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thy  saints  reply  : 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 
2  17 


20.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

3  0  Saviour !  with  protecting  care, 
Keturn  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer : 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When   earth    and    heaven    shall   melt 

away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 


INVITATION   AND  WARNING. 

go.  ii.  m.       {£sga 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly-solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
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INVITATION   AND    WARNING.  fc 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  His  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim. 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
The  year,  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year,  &c. 

t5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad. 
The  year,  &c. 
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21,  22.     INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

Of       a    M  j  p.  a  ion. 

^fl.        Q.    1VL.  }  Angels' CalL 

1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  !  " 
The  bride,    the   church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims 
To  all  His  children,  "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  V  Come  !  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

0  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ! 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;  " 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  Thine  hour  ; 
0  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 

**£*•       L.   M.  \  Balmy" Dew. 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 
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INVITATION   AND    WARNING.  23, 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your 

woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith, —  our  fears  remove  *, 
0,  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest ! 

&<&,        0.    JM.  {Amethyst 

1  The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come  ;  His  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys  ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ?         ^ 
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24.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 
To  Thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  Thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die  ! 

at,  l.  m.      j„aaa 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  attitude  !  —  He  stands 
With  melting  heart,  and  loaded  hands  ; 
0  matchless  kindness !  —  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes  ! 

3  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will  —  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners  —  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, — 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  Him  ere  His  anger  burn, — 
HisTfeet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 

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INVITATION   AND    WARNING.  25. 

Admit  Him,  or  the  hour  's  at  hand, 
You  '11  at  His  door  rejected  stand. 

7g&.        CM.  |  Amethyst. 

1  Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 

0  come  without  delay  ! 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There  's  room  in.  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul  ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There  's   room   within  the  church,  re- 

deemed 
With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng,  con- 
vened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

i  There 's  room  in  heaven  among  the  choir, 
And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There 's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 
For  thee  and  thousands  more  ; 
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26.  INVITATION   AND   WAKNING. 

0  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ! 
Yea,  come  this  very  hour. 

SO.    L.  M.  s^r 

1  Say,  sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul  ; 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice,  — 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

5  Sinner  !  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
0,  shouldst  thou  grieve  Him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee ! 
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INVITATION   AND   WARNING.     £7,  28. 

27.     C.  M.     Peculiar.     \%$££ 

Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home  ! 

Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 

In  guilt  and  misery  : 
Return,  return  ! 

Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home  ! 

'T  is  Jesus  calls  for  thee  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  come  ; 

0,  now  for  refuge  flee  ! 
Return,  return  ! 

Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home  ! 

'T  is  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 

And  brief  is  mercy's  day  : 
Return,  return  ! 

38.     C.  M. 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 

Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  His  grace. 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ! 
He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  ; 
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29.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Come  to  His  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
How  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  From  all  thy  wanderings  now  return  ; 

Regain  thy  long-sought  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 
To  clasp  thee  to  His  breast. 

€*€%         >7a  5     P.O.  110. 

~*"^»        *»•  J  Rock  of  Ages. 

1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  !  — 

"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 
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INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  30. 

"  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

"  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 

Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  My  eternal  home  ; 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

3®.     CM.  f*S£ 

Repent  !  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

No  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 

And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 

His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

0  sinners,  in  His  presence  bow, 
And  all  your  guilt  confess  ! 

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31.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  His  grace. 

4  Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  His  bar ; 
His  mercy  knows,  the  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

31.      8s,3S,&6s.^th(;se  Happy  Voices. 

1  Hark  !  those  happy  voices  saying, 

"  Yet  there  's  room  : 
Sinner,  come, 
Heaven's  call  obeying." 

2  Now  the  feast  is  spread  before  thee, 

Wait  no  more, 
Grace  implore, 
Peace  shall  then  come  o'er  thee. 

3  Bless  the  Lord  of  life  forever, 

0  my  soul, 
Bountiful, 
Infinite  His  favor ! 
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INVITATION   AND    WARNING.  32. 

4  Bless  the  Lord  of  thy  salvation, 

Who  in  love, 
From  above, 
Heard  thy  supplication. 

5  Bless  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  : 

Through  His  blood, 
That  freely  flowed, 
Are  thy  sins  forgiven. 

32.     C  M. 

1  now  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 

How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  : 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on  ; 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  Draw  us,  0  God  !  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 

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33,  34.      INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race; 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

S3.       C.    M.  JguotciLu. 

1  0  sinner,  bring-  not  tears  alone, 

Or  outward  form  of  prayer ! 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee  ; 
Thy  secret  soul  he  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  0  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  Him  to  grant  relief, 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod  ! 

4  0  righteous  Judge,  if  Thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 

We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 

And  grace  to  turn  indeed  ! 

Jfcf.  f\<   &  4-<*     J  P.  C.  128.  -  To-day 

♦S'-fi.        OS   d,  4fcb.   £   the  Sariour  Calls. 

1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 
Ye  wanderers,  come : 
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INVITATION    AND    WARNING.  35. 

0,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

0  hear  him  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ; 

Yield  to  His  power  ; 
0  grieve  Him  not  away  ! 
7T  is  mercy's  hour. 

»f*>.        C     M.  jDunlapscre'ck. 

The  day  approacheth,  0  my  soul ! 

The  great  decisive  day, 
Which  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life 

Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns  ; 

And,  lo  !  the  Judge  appears  ; 
Ye  heavens  retire  before  His  face, 

And  sink  ye  darkened  stars  ! 
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36.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

3  Yet  does  one  short,  preparing  hour, 
One  precious  hour  remain  ; 
Rouse  thee,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 

36.     7s&6s.  {*&«! 

1  Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call ; 

He  now  is  passing-  by  ; 
He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 

And  heard  thy  mournful  cry  ; 
He  has  pardon  to  impart, 

Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears ; 
See  the  love  that  fills  His  heart, 

And  wipe  away  thy  tears. 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come, 

And  tell  Him  all  tlry  case  ? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 

Nor  frown  thee  from  His  face  : 
Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuel  ? 

Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 

Has  shed  His  precious  blood  ? 

3  Though  His  majesty  be  great, 

His  mercy  is  no  less  ; 
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INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  37. 

Though  He  thy  transgressions  hate, 

He  feels  for  thy  distress  : 
By  Himself  the  Lord  has  sworn 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death, 
But  invites  thee  to  return, 

That  thou  mayst  live  by  faith. 

Raise  thy  downcast  eyes,  and  see 

What  throngs  His  throne  surround  ! 
These,  though  sinners  once,  like  thee, 

Have  full  salvation  found  : 
Yield  not  then  to  unbelief, 

While  He  says,  "  There  yet  is  room ; " 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief, 

Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  come. 


37.  c  m.       fsaa- 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day  : 
lie  calls  3rou,  by  His  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
8  33 


38.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

3  Bui  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  His  abounding-  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  His  face. 

4  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


38.    6s&4s.  Peculiar.  { ^AiSSl 

1  Child  of  sin  and   sorrow,   filled   witli 

dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow,  yield  thee  to| 

day ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there  's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  why  wilt  thoij 

die  ? 
Come,   while  thou  canst   borrow  helpj 
from  on  high  : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
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INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  39.. 

Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

8  Child   of  sin  and  sorrow,   where  wilt 
thou  flee  ? 
Through  that  long-  to-morrow,  eternity,. 
Exiled  from  home, 
Darkly  to  roam, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 
Where  wilt  thou  flee  ? 

4  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  lift  up  thine 
eye  ! 
Heirship  thou  canst  borrow  in  worlds' 
on  high  !  " 
In  that  high  home 
Graven  thy  name  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Swift  homeward  try ! 

g9.   n.  m.         i&&j& 

1  Fair  shines  the  morning  star, 
The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  reechoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around : 
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39.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

Joy  to  the  slave  ;  the  slave  is  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly  ; 
Eise  with  your  Lord  ;  He  sets  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee.- 

3  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 
Ransomed,  but  not  with  gold, 

He  gave  Himself  for  you  ! 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

4  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.         40. 


40.     8s&3s.       SwKo^o? 

1  We  're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing*  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road ; 

Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb  ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  His  name ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall 
bear, 
'  And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we  '11  share  ; 
Will  you  go  ? 

3  We  're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre  ; 

.   Will  you  go  ? 
There,  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
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41.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

Hosanna  to  their  God  and  Kin 


&> 


And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring ; 
Will  you  go  ? 

4  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  ; 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  Me, 
And  thou  shalt  My  salvation  see ; 

Come  to  Me." 

41.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.       tS&JS. 

1  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  G-ospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim : 
"  To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon  ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  His  name  :  " 

0  what  mercy ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  His  name." 

2  Sinners,  will  yon  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  0  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  42. 

Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor  ; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears  ; 
Tender  heralds  — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

0  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way ; 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven  ; 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  ; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

AS*  >7c3  J  P.  C.  113. 

4ft^.        IS.  \   Uerold. 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  ; 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come. 

Thou  who,  homeless  and  forlorn, 
Long   hast   borne    the    proud  world's 

scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 
39 


43.  INVITATION    AND    WARNING. 

3  Ye,  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 

#Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 
In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn,  — 

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace,  that  ever  shall  endure  ; 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

43.     Is.  J$£ff 

1  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Wisdom  warns  thee,  from  the  skies, 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Thy  probation  may  be  o'er 

Ere  this  evening's  work  is  done. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner,  now  return  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
40 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  44,  45. 

Death  may  thy  poor  soul  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

44.        S.     M.  \  Angeb^clll. 

1  Come  to  the  land  of  peace, 

From  shadows  come  away, 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  ; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land  ; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest 
Amidst  the  shining  band. 

4  In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace  ; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 
Thy  holy  resting-place  ! 

45.       8s,?S,&4s.    Jcomr-ye  Sinners. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall, 
41 


45.         INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

If  you  wait  till  you  are  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Sinners  only, 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  ; 

This  He  gives  you  — 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  — 
There  He  groans,  and  bleeds,  and  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  "  — 
Heaven  accepts  the  sacrifice. 

4  Lo  !  the  incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  ; 
Venture  on  Him  —  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
42 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.         46. 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name  ; 

Hallelujah  !  — 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


40.     8s  &  W^$&„. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power. 

(Chorus.) 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  and  seek  salvation  ; 

Sound  the  praise  of  His  dear  name  ; 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every'  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him. 
43 


47.  INVITATION   AND    WARNING. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  — 
Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies. 

f*f  •        Ob    Ol/     lb.     J  pleading  Saviour. 

1  Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  He  's  interceding, 
Taking  there  the  sinner's  part. 

2  Sinner !  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  Him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  He  died,  through  your  behavior ; 
Now  He  calls  you  by  His  charms. 

3  Sinner !  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  His  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior  ; 
0  repent,  return,  and  pray ! 

4  Now  He  's  waiting  to  be  gracious  ; 

Now  He  stands  and  looks  on  thee: 
44 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  48. 

See  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

5  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready  ; 
Yet  there  's  room  for  many  more : 
0,  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store ! 

48.     7s  &  6s.  p^m. 

1  Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn  ; 

Jesus  still  is  precious  ; 
If  to  Him  you  now  return, 

Heaven  will  be  propitious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wanderers  near  Him  ; 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die; 

Go  to  Him  and  hear  Him. 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
Still  he  cries,  "  Come  unto  Me, 

Weary,  heavy-laden . ' ; 
Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high, 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  Him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 
45 


49.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 

Dear  to  all  that  love  Him  ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came ; 

Go  to  Him  and  prove  Him. 
Wandering  sinners,  now  return  ; 

Contrite  souls,  believe  Him  ! 
Jesus  calls  you,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Worship  Him  ;  receive  Him. 

A€k         lit,  S      P.  C.  121. 

<Jfcay  •        -Lib.  \  Expostulation 

1  0  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that,  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  yoi 

be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
0  how  can  you  question  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
'T  is  you  He  bids  welcome  ;  He  bids  you  com< 

home. 

4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  youj 

heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven  we  never  shall  part ; 
0  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  come  I 
We  '11  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 
46 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.   50,  51. 

z&tfb         fiQ  5   P.  C.  122. 

«W.       OS.  ?  Invitation. 

Sinner  !  come,  'mid  the  gloom, 

All  thy  guilt  confessing  ; 
Trembling  now,  contrite  bow, 

Take  the  offered  blessing. 

Sinner!  come,  while  there's  room  — 
While  the  feast  is  waiting  ; 

While  the  Lord,  by  His  word, 
Kindly  is  inviting. 

Sinner  !  come,  ere  thy  doom 

Shall  be  sealed  forever  ; 
Now  return,  grieve  and  mourn, 

Flee  to  Christ,  the  Saviour. 


«f       6S.  UeR^fcail. 

Come,  wandering  sheep,  0  come  ! 

I  Jll  bind  thee  to  My  breast ; 
I  '11  bear  thee  to  thy  home, 

And  lay  thee  down  to  rest. 

I  saw  thee  stray  forlorn, 
And  heard  thee  faintly  cry, 

And  on  the  tree  of  scorn 
For  thee  I  deigned  to  die. 
47 


52.  INVITATION   AND    WARNING. 

3  I  shield  thee  from  alarms, 

And  wilt  thou  not  be  blest  ? 
I  bear  thee  in  My  arms  ; 

Thou;  bear  me  in  thy  breast  ! 


5*3. 


Pleading  Saviour 


1  Come,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted, 

Bowed  with  fruitless  sorrow  down  ; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 

Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown  ! 

Look  to  Jesus  : 
Mercy  flows  through  Him  alone. 

2  Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it ; 

Love  wTill  make  obedience  sweet ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 
While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feet 

Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransomed  captives  meet. 

3  Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 

Light  to  newly-opened  eyes, 
Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 
Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies : 

All  who  taste  it 
Shall  to  rest  immortal  rise. 
48 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.         53. 

While  the  wounds  of  woe  are  healing, 
While  the  heart  is  all  resigned, 

?Tis  the  solemn  feast  of  feeling, 
JTis  the  Sabbath  of  the  mind. 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  the  broken  heart  up-bind. 

But  to  sing  the  rest  of  glory, 

Mortal  tongues  far  short  must  fall ; 

Tongues  celestial  strive  to  reach  it. 
But  it  soars  beyond  them  all : 

Faith  believes  it,  Hope  expects  it, 
But  it  overwhelms  them  all. 

53.  c  m.       mz»- 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

0,  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 
xind  place  us  in  their  stead, 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead  ! 

3  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 
In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
4  49 


54.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray    and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

£*J.  I9q  J  P.  C.  379. 

fcP^a.        IZb.  }  Scotland. 

1  The   voice   of  Free  Grace  cries,  escape  to  the 

mountain  ! 

For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain  ; 

For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased 

our  pardon  ! 
We  '11   praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  0  flee  to  the  Saviour  ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy,  —  'tis  infinite  favor  ; 
Your  sins  are  increasing,  —  escape  to  the  moun- 
tain,— 

His  blood  can  remove  them,  —  it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 

3  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  Him  the 

more  ; 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  ! 
50 


INVITATION   AND  WARNING.  55,  56. 

OO.       O.   M.  J  Paddiiigton. 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found  — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
7T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 
The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
7T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 
There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  second  death  ! 

56.     8s,  Ts,  &4s.       fi&ffi. 

Hear,  0  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you  ; 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 

Hear,  0  sinner ! 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 
51 


07.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

2  See!  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ! 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ! 

Turn,  0  sinner ! 
Lest  the  lightning  .strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner  !  to  the  Saviour ; 

Seek  His  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; — 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

Haste,  0  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


57,    C.  M.  llwihyi. 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

Sure  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 

Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 
52 


INVITATION   AND    WARNING.  58. 

3  Alas  !   I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain  ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

4  A  second  look  He  gave,  that  said, 

' '  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, — 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live." 

58.    O.P.M.  fefcJt 

1  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Secure  !  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ! 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
53 


59.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  diligence  and  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


"Z(%       K.,  5    p.  c.no. 

•9*9*        Jfc>.  }  Rock  of  Ages. 

1  Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
See  His  mighty  arm  made  bare  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  His  brow  ! 
For  His  judgment  now  prepare  ; 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

-.2  At  His  presence  nature  shakes  ; 
Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax  ; 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
54 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  60. 

Who  His  coming  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 


60.     8s,  7s,  &' 4s.       ^woSh. 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending ! 

View  Him  seated  on  His  throne  ! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom  : 
Trumpets  call  thee  ; 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom. 

Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 
Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain ; 

While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

"  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
0  that  I  had  sought  His  favor  # 
When  I  felt  His  Spirit  move  ! 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  His  Spirit  move  ! " 
55 


61.  INVITATION   AND    WARNING. 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ! 
Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !  " 

Lost  forever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart ! " 

g»-a        h  ~,  5    p.  c.  no. 

©*•         <&-  }  Bock  of  Ages. 

1  When-  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-clay, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  0  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might  ; 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  0  where,  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

56 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  62. 

62.     O.P.M.  (££» 

1  My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my 

years 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
.  Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And   I   must  launch  through    endless 
deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly  : 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Thou,  'midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die  ! 

3  But  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  be,  or  cease  to  think  ? 

Great  God  !  it  cannot  be  ; 
Thou,  my  immortal,  cannot  die  ; 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

4  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call ; 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
57 


63.  INVITATION   AND   WARNING. 

Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 
Or  sink  in  endless  nisrht. 


P.  C.  188j 


63.     CM.  U 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 

Come,   with   your   guilt   and  fear    op- 
pressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 

I  know  His  courts,  I  ?11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  His  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I  '11  tell  Him  I  'm  a  wretch  undoile, 
Without  His  sovereign  grace. 

Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 

But,, if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 

58 


INVITATION   AND   WARNING.  64. 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

04.    L.M.  j^&r 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 

But  soon,  ah!  soon,  approaching  night 

Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall    death   command   you    to    the 
grave ; 
Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's   heavenly  light   shall 
rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer  ; 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 

In  those  forgetful  realms  appear ; 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

5  Now  God  invites  ;  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet   the   gospel's  charming 
sound  ! 

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65.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found  ! 


THE  PENITENT  PLEADING  AND  REJOICING. 

dSfa       *7g  5    P- cm. 

,u**«        '  b  •  1  Rock  of  Ages. 

1  Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; . 
Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ? 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 
Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His 

hands ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 
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PLEADING   AND   REJOICING.    66,67. 

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1  Jesus,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain 

Poured  thy  precious  blood  for  me, 
Wash  me  in  its  flowing  fountain, 
That  my  soul  may  spotless  be. 

2  I  have  sinned,  but  0  restore  me  ! 

For  unless  Thou  smile  on  me, 
Dark  is  all  the  world  before  me ; 
Darker  yet  eternity. 

3  In  Thy  word  I  hear  Thee  saying", 

Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
And,  the  gracious  call  obeying, 
See,  I  hasten  to  Thy  breast. 

4  Grant,  0  grant  Thy  Spirit's  teaching, 

That  I  may  not  go  astray, 
Till,  the  gate  of  heaven  reaching, 
Earth  and  sin  are  passed  away. 

gvv       J,    M  j  p.  cm 


Windham. 


0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down  — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 
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68.  PLEADING   AND   REJOICING. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  Thou  art, 
Give  me  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  Thee. 

©8.      tB."  {PH&3Jt 

1  Come,  ye  weary  souls  oppressed, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call : 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

2  Jesus  !  full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  Thy  kindest  call  obey  ; 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

3  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  ; 

4  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
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PLEADING   AND   REJOICING.  69. 

Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  ; 

Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 
True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art ; 

Now  our  weary  souls  release  ; 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

69.  l.  m.      foaa. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  ! 

Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  de- 
spite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  whoe'er  Thy  grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten   thousand   times  Thy  goodness 
grieved  ; 

.Yet,  0,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ! 

Nor,  in  Thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  Thy  people's  rest. 

0  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

And  raise  me  by  Thy  gracious  hand  ; 
63 


70.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

Guide  me  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

70.    L.  M.  [&^ 

1  Snow  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 

Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  gTace. 
Great  God  !  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace. 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  se- 
vere, 

I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  Thy 

word, 

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PLEADING    AND    REJOICING.  71. 

Would   light  on  some  sweet  promise 

there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

■71  ft       M  $   P.  C.198. 

tfH.        O.     1Y1.  $  St.  Thomas. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 
My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 
My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 
Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
"e  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 
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72.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

72.     7s.     . 
1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 


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Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  — 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands  : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone  ! 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  Thy. cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  Thy  fountain  fly : 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 
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PLEADING    AND    REJOICING.  73, 

73.     C.  P.  M.  J^,g'«- 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
One  simple  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again, " 

Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul  — 

A  vast,  oppressive  load  ; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again, " 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell    • 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near  ; 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain  — 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again,7' 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  His  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
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74.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

^J.  T^  J    P.  C.146. 

«4ifc«         •»•  JBenevcnto. 

1  Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear, 
Guilty  though  I  am,  give  ear  ; 
Show  Thine  own  sweet  clemency ; 
Spurn  me  not,  though  vile  I  be. 

2  Here  before  Thee,  fallen,  weeping, 
And  with  tears  these  torn  feet  steep- 
ing ; 

Jesus,  for  Thy  mercy's  sake, 
Pity  on  my  misery  take. 

3  Sharing  now  Thy  wounds,  I  pray  Thee, 
Let  me  love  for  love  repay  Thee,  — 
Thou,  whose  soul  for  sinners  smarted, 
Healer  of  the  broken-hearted  I 

4  On  my  heart  each  stripe  be  written, 
Wherewith  Thou  for  me  wert  smitten ; 
Each  deep  wound,  that  I  may  be 
Wholly  crucified  with  Thee. 

5  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
My  Beloved,  cast  Thine  eye  ; 
Turn  me  to  Thee,  heart  and  soul, 
Speak    the    word    of   power  —  "Be 

whole  !  " 


PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.  75, 

•yjS  >7-  5    P.  C.  14<5. 

**••         »S.  jBenevento. 

1  Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 

Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim  — 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee  : 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best ; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 

And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

2  Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without ; 
All  my  .little  strength  is  gone  — 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

3  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace: 
Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 
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76.  PLEADING    AND    REJOICING. 

76.     L.  M.     6  lines.       J^f 

1  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 

Whose  depth,  unfathomed,   no   man 
knows, 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose  ; 
My  heart  is  pained  ;  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest  till  it  find  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Thy  secret  voice  invites  me  still 

The  sweetness  of  Thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
And  fain  1  would  ;  but  though  my  will 

Seem   fixed,   yet  wide  my  passions 
rove  ; 
Yet  hindrances  strow  all  the  way  ; 
I  aim  at  Thee,  yet  from  Thee  stray. 

3  'T  is  mercy  all,  that  Thou  hast  brought 

My  mind  to  seek  her  peace  in  Thee  ; 
Yet,  while  I  seek,  but  find  Thee  not, 

No  peace   my  wandering  soul  shall 
see. 
0,  when  shall  all  my  wanderings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  Thee-ward  tend  ? 

4  0  Love,  Thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 

To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care  ; 
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PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.  77. 

Chase    this    self-will    through   all   my 
heart, 
Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there  ; 
Make  me  Thy  duteous  child,  that  I, 
Ceaseless,  may  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

77.     L.  M.     6  lines.       ftfij* 

1  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
1  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  0  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace,  — 

More  full  of  grace  than  1  of  sin, — 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thy  face, 

Open  Thine  arms,  and  take  me  in ! 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  Thy  faithless  servant  still. 

3  Thou   know'st   the  way  to   bring  me 

back, 
My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
0,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 
Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  ! 
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78.  PLEADING    AND   REJOICING. 

The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 

And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


Vfi  >7<3  5  P.  C.  132. 

1  Just  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am  —  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am  —  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am  —  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

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PLEADING    AND    REJOICING.  79. 

5  Just  as  I  am  — Thou  wilt  receive  ; 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am  —  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 


79.     C.P..M.  I'd* 

0  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  God  hath  done, 
And  suffered  one  for  all. 


Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 
73 


80.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe  ; 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart  — 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I  'd  mount,  1  'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 


817.        U.    1V±.  (Balerma. 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow — 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield, 
Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 
74 


PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.    81,  82. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  His  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

8fl  n     M  i P.O.  ML 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  Thee  ? 
It  is  but  right !  since  Thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go  !     One  look  from  Thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten   thousand   worlds,   ten    thousand 

lives, 
How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  Thee,  supremely  good  ! 
Divinely  bright  and  fair  ! 

82.     C.  P.  M.  m™; 

1  When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come, 
To  take  Thy  ransomed  people  home, 

75 


82.  PLEADING    AND    KEJOICING. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  1, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  Thy  people  now, 
Before  Thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  1  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out 

When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  0  Lord,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace  ! 
Be  Thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice  0  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall 

sound, 
To  see  Thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I  '11  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions 
ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 
76 


PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.   83,  84. 

83.        C     P.     M.  \  Bremen! 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  Thee  : 
Against  Thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  againstThy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2.  If  Thou  hadst  bid  Thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  ; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone  — 
Come,  take  possession  of  Thine  own, 

For  Thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand 

To  be  employed  by  Thee 

84.     L.  M.  S£bc4°- 

1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ! 

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84.  PLEADING    AND    REJOICING. 

False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  dark  despair ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me 
there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

Which  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss* 
Which  drew  me  from  those  treacherous 
seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my 
eyes  ; 
0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll  ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

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PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.   85,  88. 

S3.    L.  M.  Pififf 

L  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend  — 
And  can  my  soul  from  Thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
Depart  from  Thee  —  ?t  is  death  —  't  is 
more  — 
;Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair! 

4  Low  at  Thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  Thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  Thine. 

86.     0.  M.  f£Sa 

1  When  God  revealed  His  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

79 


87.  PLEADING    AND    REJOICING. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies  ; 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They   shall    confess  their  sheaves   are 
great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

4  Though  seed. lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

'T  will  not  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

9tf.        L/.     1U.  |  Coronation. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 

And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell  ; 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  't  was  before  I  fell. 
80 


PLEADING   AND   REJOICING.  88. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  He  placed 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice  ! 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing*; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

88.     L.  M.    Peculiar.      {v-§(™- 

I  now  have  found  abiding  rest, 

For  which  I  luug  was  sighing  ; 
Now  on  my  Saviour's  faithful  breast 

My  weary  head  is  lying  ; 
This  is  the  place  where  sin  no  more, 

And  death  and  hell,  alarm  me  ; 
I  now  am  safe,  by  Jesus'  power, 

From  all  that  else  would  harm  me. 

He  whispers  me,  "  I  'm  wholly  thine, 
And. thou  art  Mine  forever; 

Henceforth  all  fear  and  doubt  resign, 
Confiding  in  My  favor  ! 

Thy  every  want  shall  find  supply 
From  My  exhaustless  treasures  ; 
6  81 


89.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

I  '11  fill  thy  spirit  with  My  joy, 
The  pledge  of  endless  pleasures." 

3  From  Jesus  and  His  love,  who  now, 

By  terrors  to  divide  me, 
My  great  and  many  sins  would  show  ? 

His  wounds  from  vengeance  hide  me. 
My  sins  are  great —  I  '11  not  despair, 

Though  conscience,  too,  arraigns  me, 
Nor  doubt  my  Saviour's  watchful  care  — 

His  arm  of  Love  sustains  me. 

4  I  thank  Thee,  God's  beloved  Son, 

Thy  boundless  grace  adoring, 
Which  brought  Thee  from  Thy  glorious 
throne, 

Our  peace  with  God  restoring. 
0  make  my  heart  a  shrine,  where  peace 

Shall  keep  her  constant  dwelling ; 
Where  grateful  praise  shall  never  cease 

Abroad  Thy  glories  telling ! 

§9.     L.  M.  {*$*£ 

1  Here  at  Thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  Thy  love  ; 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  Thy  blood, 
Jesus,  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 
82 


PLEADING   AND   REJOICING.  90. 

2  Should   worlds   conspire   to    drive    me 

thence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should 

lie  ; 
Resolved,  for  that 's  my  last  defence, 
If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  Thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I  'm  secure  beneath  Thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim  ; 
Hosanna  to  my  dying  Lord, 

And  my  best  honors  to  His  name  ! 

m.  c.  m.        gajs 

Thou,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 

And  manifold  disgrace  ; 

2  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 
And  sweat  of  agony  ; 
Yea,  death  itself ;  and  all  for  one 
That  was  Thine  enemy. 
83 


91.  PLEADING   AND    REJOICING. 

3  Then,  why,  0  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  helL; 

4  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught  *, 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  Tlrvself  hast  loved  me, 
0  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

5  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

€&£  fj      M  { P.  C.  138. 

«y  a  .        \J '.    J.U. .  \  Balerma. 

1  Thou  Lamb  once  slain  !  whose  flaming 

eyes 
Sparkle  with  dazzling  light, 
How  can  a  sinner  choose  but  bow, 
And  sink  beneath  thy  sight  ? 

2  But  I  am  Thine,  my  ransom  paid  — 

The  price,  Thy  precious  blood  ; 
And  Thine  and  mine  are  made  one  heart, 
0  my  Redeemer,  God  ! 

3  How  did  love  seize  me  —  that  pure  fire 

That  flamed  within  thy  breast 
84 


PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.  92. 

When  Thou,  before  Thy  Father's  throne 
Wert  pleased  to  name  me  blessed  ! 

4  Let  me  to  Thee,  in  all  my  wants, 
Child-like,  still  closer  fly, 
In  all  my  course  regarding-  still 
The  guiding  of  Thine  eye. 

90      n    m  ?p.  c.138. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

Once  I  admired  its  trifles,  too, 

But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed  ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice  ; 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 
85 


93.         PLEADING  AND   REJOICING. 

93.     C.  M.  \l£g- 

1  0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  — 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ;  . 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin  ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

m.     S.  M.    Double,     {i^™; 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold'; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
86 


PLEADING   AND    REJOICING.  94. 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  ; 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold ; 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam, 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice  — 

I  love,  I  love  His  home. 
87 


95,  96.    REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISING. 

95.     8s,  Is,  &  4s.       {$&£ 

1  Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ! 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender ; 

Every  power  and  thought  be  Thine  j 

Thine  entirely  ; 
Through  eternal  ages,  Thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  Thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear  ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near. 

Shout,  0  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  ! 

©G.        CM.  \  Amazing  Gr'ac*. 

1  Salvation  !  0  the  joyful  sound  ! 

;T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 


REJOICING   AND   PRAISING.  97. 

But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  clay. 

Salvation  !  —  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


97.     CM.       \AJ- 


C  180. 


Amazing  Grace. 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ;. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 
fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
Row  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 

The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

Through     many     dangers,    toils,    and 
snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me  ; 
His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
89 


98,  99.   REJOICING   AND    PRAISING. 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

98.    L.  M.   6  lines.     j5,aa 

1  Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 

Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain  ; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin, 

Before  the  world's  foundation  slain  ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away; 

2  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my 

head, 
Though    strength,   and   health,   and 
friends,  be  gone  ; 
Though  joys  be  withered  all,  and  dead  ; 
Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn  ; 
Steadfast  on  this  my  soul  relies  ; 
Father,  Thy  mercy  never  dies  ! 

qc&       o    lyr         <     p. also. 

mf^,        \J.    1XL.  J  Amazing  Grace. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  His  breast. 

2  Below  He  washed  our  guilt  away 

By  His  atoning  blood  ; 
90 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         100. 

Now  He  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Nor   time,    nor    distance,    e'er    shall 
quench 

The  fervor  of  His  love  ; 
For  us  He  died  in  kindness  here, 
For  us  He  lives  above. 

4  0  may'we  ne'er  forget  His  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  His  name  ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  His  faith — 
Our  lips  His  praise  proclaim. 

10®.     8s&Ys.  J£&X 

1  Crown  His  head  with  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassion  never  ceasing, 
Comes,  salvation  to  proclaim. 

2  Lo  !  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee  — 

Thee,  our  Saviour  —  Thee,  our  God  ; 
From  Thy  throne  let  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3  Jesus  !  Thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own ; 
91 


101.         REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  Thy  throne. 

4  Now,  ye  saints,  His  power  confessing, 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 
For  His  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 

101.     CM.  Pp^ 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known, 
The  Sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  His  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King  and  Saviour  crowned 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  When  in  His  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  with  their  voice  to  sing. 

4  0  for  the  day,  the  glorious  day, 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  Thy  praise  I 
92 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         102. 

1d¥>  Ti     M         J  P.  C.172. 

H^.-a.-.        XJ.    JXL.       }  Loving  Kindness. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free  I 

2  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

3  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But,  though  I  have  Him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

5  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  ! 


103,  104.  REJOICING  AND  PRAISING. 

103.    CM.  |ppr^- 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Now  we  may  bow  before  His  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  His  seat, 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

4  To  Thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  His  anger  by. 


104.     C.  M. 

1   Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing  ; 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 
94 


r.  c.  ire. 

Praise. 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.        105. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  His  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 


Jl^ti.        \J.   1U.  $  Coronation. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  blood, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall,  — 
95 


106.         REJOICING   AND    PRAISING. 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Hiin  Lord'of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

106.    L.  M.       S„,Lc8Se. 

1  Jesus  !  Thy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is,  my  glorious  dress ! 
Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  this  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 

"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  lovely  hue  ; 
Its  glory  is  forever  new. 

4  0  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

96 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISING.  107, 108. 
107.     C   M  \  p.  am 

,W''  |       j     '  J  Metropolis. 

1  Soon  in  the  grave  my  flesh  shall  rest, 

My  soul  from  earth  remove, 
And,  in  the  Saviour's  glory  dressed, 
Shall  reach  the  home  I  love. 

2  My  friends,  the  whole  celestial  choir; 

My  every  feeling,  joy  : 
To  honor  God,  my  one  desire  ; 
His  praise,  my  one  employ. 

3  Nor  would  I  wait  till  angel-host 

Shall  teach  their  song  to  raise  : 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
I  711  here  begin  my  praise. 

4  Now  to  our  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  sing  ! 
With  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
Let  all  creation  ring  ! 

108.     C.  M.  ipi£ue?- 

1  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 
With  those. to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King,  ' 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

7  97 


109.  REJOICING  AND  PRAISING. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Some  to  their  everlasting  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

5  0  that  we  now  might  see  our  Guide  ! 

0  that  the  word  were  given  ! 
Come,  blessed  Lord  !  the  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

109.     8s  &  7s.         j™** 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I  ?11  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  His  blood  ; 
98 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISING.  110. 

Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  His  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 

Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 
While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  ; 

Love  I  much  ?  I  Ve  much  forgiven  ; 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  His  feet  I  '11  bathe  ; 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

Lord  !  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 
Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  Thine, 

Till  I  taste  Thy  whole  salvation, 
Where,  unveiled,  Thy  glories  shine. 

no.  i*,        j^&e 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye,  who  His  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
99 


111.  REJOICING   AND    PRAISING. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  you  move. 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  lcve. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  tribute  bring, 
Strike  aloud,  each  joyful  string  ; 
Saints  boluw,  and  saints  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

111.     C.  P.  M.  {*£,£, 

1  How  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 

How  pure  the  bliss  they  share  ! 
Hid  from  the  world  and  all  its  eyes, 
Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 

And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours  ; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  our  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
100 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.  112. 

And  if  we  serve  with  hearts  sincere, 
7T  is  still  discernible  and  clear, 
An  undisputed*claim. 

0  messenger  of  dear  delight ! 

Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night; 

Sweet,  peace-proclaiming  Dove  ! 
With  Thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains, 
No  wish  unsatisfied  remains, 

No  task  but  that  of  love. 

112.       8S    &    7S.  Ulfur^. 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  ! 

Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  Thy  name  is  precious ; 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
0,  what  mercy  Hows  from  Heaven  ! 

0,  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven  — 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  ; 
101 


113,  REJOICING   AND    PRAISING. 

Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven  — 
1 7m  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
Whilst,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love; 
That  blest  moment  I  received  Him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven  — 

I  ym  a  miracle  of  grace. 

113.     C.P.  M.  !?„?■£ 

1  The  Lord  into  His  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus,  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  Come,  brethren,  you  who  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  His  word, 

In  Jesus'  word  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 
102* 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.  114. 

3  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun  ; 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne  — 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  ; 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain  ; 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

4  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout,  and 

sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear ; 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 


114.     L.  M.  \l£S. 

1  Hark  !  hark !  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds ! 
Through  earth    and  heaven   the   echo 

bounds ! 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus'  blood ; 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God 
By  grace  divine. 

2  Come,  sinners,  hear  the  joyful  news, 
Nor  longer  dare  the  grac^  refuse  ; 

103 


115.  REJOICING    AND    PRAISING. 

Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 
To  invite  you  near. 

3  Ye  saints  in  glory,  strike  the  lyre  ; 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sacred  fire  ; 
Let  both  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim  — 
Forever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
Of  endless  praise. 

115.     6s&Ys.  {*$S* 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower; 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry  to  Heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings  ; 
104 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         116. 

And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 
With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "The  Lord  is  come." 

116.    L.M.  $%«•• 

0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Thou  God  of  hosts  by  all  adored  ; 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  Thee, 
Thy  light,  Thy  power,  Thy  majesty. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  Thy  name 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim  : 
By  all  the  powers  and  thrones  in  heaven 
Eternal  praise  to  Thee  be  given. 

Apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
And  swell  the  loud,  triumphant  song  ; 
Prophets  and  martyrs  hear  the  sound, 
And  spread  the  hallelujahs  round. 
105 


]J7.  REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

4  Glory  to  Thee,  0  God  most  high  ! 
Father,  we  praise  Thy  majesty  ; 
The  Son,  the  Spirit  we  adore  — 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore. 


J  17.     L.  M.  PwcJf 


Ware. 


Both  heaven  and  earth  do  worship  Thee, 
Thou  Father  of  eternity  ! 
With  splendor  from  Thy  glory  spread 
Are  heaven  and  earth  replenished. 

To  Thee  all  angels  loudly  cry, 

The   heavens,  and   all   the  powers  on 

high  ; 
The  apostles'  glorious  company, 
The  prophets'  fellowship,  praise  Thee. 

The  noble  and  victorious  host 
Of  martyrs  make  of  Thee  their  boast ; 
The  holy  church,  ia  every  place 
Throughout  the  earth,  exalts  Thy  praise. 

From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 
106 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISING.  118, 119. 

118.  CM.  jpi2#- 

Lord  !  't  is  an  infinite  delight 

To  see  Thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  Thy  sight, 

And  feel  Thy  vital  rays. 

While  the  bright   nation  sounds   Thy 
praise 

From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odors  of  exhaling  grace 

The  happy  region  fill. 

Thy  love,  a  sea  without  a  shore, 
Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ;  — 

0,  't  is  a  heaven  worth  dying  for, 
To  see  a  smiling  God ! 

Show  me  Thy  face,  and  I  '11  away 

From  all  inferior  things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  '11  quit  my  clay, 

And  stretch  my  airy  wings. 

119.  CM.  ftaff 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 
And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 

Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme 
In  loftier  strains  above. 
107 


120.  REJOICING    AND    PRAISING. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 
Calls  you  His  treasure  and  His  joy, 
His  children  and  His  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 


ISO.     C.  M.  \*-£ff- 

1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amid  His  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  Thy  head. 

3  Thou    hast   redeemed  our    souls  with 

blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 
108 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.   121,122. 

121.     C.  M.  Pififf- 

1  I  hi  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  —  I  know  His  name  — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I  We  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


lOil  lie,    &    Qa  $    P.O.  232. 

H  ^r-».        lib   06   »fc.  $  Happiness. 

1  0,  how  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 
109 


122.  REJOICING   AND    PRAISING. 

0,  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  It  was  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

A.nd  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
Than  to  fall  at  His  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

3  0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

4  Then,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  through  faith  in  His  name 
0  that  all  might  believe, 
And  salvation  receive, 

And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same 
110 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.     123v  124. 

123.     8s  &  7s.  {p-(gJ* 

1  Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation, 

Ye  to  me  are  welcome  guests, 
When  I  have  this  consolation, 
That  my  soul  in  Jesus  rests. 

2  The  reproach  of  Christ  is  glorious  ; 

Those  who  here  His  burden  bear 
In  the  end  shall  prove  victorious, 
And  eternal  gladness  share. 

3  Bear,  then,  the  reproach  of  Jesus, 

Ye  who  live  a  life  of  faith  ! 
Lift  triumphant  songs  and  praises 
E'en  in  martyrdom  and  death. 

4  Bonds  and  stripes,  and  evil  story, 

Are  our  honorable  crowns  ; 
Pain  is  peace,  and  shame  is  glory, 
Gloomy  dungeons  are  as  thrones. 


124.     8s&4s.  |jyiff 

1  There  's  a  Friend  above  all  others  ; 
0  how  He  loves  ! 
Ill 


124.  REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's  ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
This  day  kind,  the  next  bereave  us ; 
But  this  Friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 

2  Blessed  Jesus !  —  wouldst  thou  know 

Him  ? 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  Him  ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
Is  it  sin  that  pains  and  grieves  thee  ? 
Doubts  and  trials  do  they  tease  thee  ? 
Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee  ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 

3  Pause,  my  soul !  adore  and  wonder  ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
Naught  can  cleave  this  love  asunder ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
Neither  trial,  nor  temptation, 
Doubt,  nor  fear,  nor  tribulation, 
Can  bereave  us  of  salvation  ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
112 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         125. 

Let  us  still  this  love  be  viewing ; 

0  how  He  loves  ? 
And,  though  faint,  keep  on  pursuing ; 

0  how  He  loves  ! 
He  will  strengthen  each  endeavor, 
And,  when  passed  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
This  shall  be  our  song  forever, — 

0  how  He  loves  ! 

1S&.     7s,  4s,  &  7s.        I^SS- 

1  Head  of  the  church  triumphant  1 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee  ; 

Till  Thou  appear 

Thy  members  here 
Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 
In  blest  anticipation, 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  solvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  passing  through  the  lire, 

Thy  love  we  praise, 
That  knows  our  days, 
8  113 


125.         REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

And  ever  brings  us  nig-her. 
We  lift  our  bands  exulting 
In  Thine  almighty  favor  ; 

The  love  divine, 

That  made  us  Thine, 
Shall  keep  us  Thine  forever. 

3  Thou  dost  conduct  Thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 

Nor  will  we  fear, 

While  Thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation. 
The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opposes  ; 

By  Thee  we  will 

Break  through  them  all, 
And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

4  Faith  now  beholds  the  glory 
To  which  Thou  wilt  restore  us  ; 

And  earth  despise, 

For  that  high  prize 
Which  Thou  hast  set  before  us. 
And  if  Thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  like  dying  Stephen, 
114 


REJOICING   AND   PRAISING.  128. 

Shall  see  Thee  stand 

At  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

,    136.    C.  P.  M.  fifc2 

0  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  in  Thee  ? 

1  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  heij:b\ 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  this  I  sigh  ;  for  Thee  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine; 

Be  mine  the  better  part ! 
115 


127.  REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

4  0  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 

&•&</  .        Ob   00    lb.  ^Bartimeus. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing-, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  clanger, 
Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

3  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee. 

4  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it  — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here  ?s  my  heart  —  0  take  and  seal  it ! 
Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 
116 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         128. 

128.     Ss&ls.     6  LINES.    {*£»£. 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  ; 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting'  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God  : 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed  ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need  ! 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  ; 
Still  He  calls  them  "brethren,  friends/' 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  ; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 
117 


129.         REJOICING  AND   PRAISING. 

190.     8s  &  Is.  \%&Si 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling  ; 
All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

2  Jesus  !  Thou  art  all  compassion  ; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  trembling-  heart. 

3  Breathe,  0  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest. 

4  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  grace  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 

5  Finish  then  Thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure,  and  spotless  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 
Perfectly  secured  by  Thee. 

6  Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  > 
118 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISING.         130. 


130.       S.    M.  J  St.  Thomas. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  Him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears  ; 

No  terror  clothes  His  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ   was   sent  with  pardons 
down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears  ; 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  His  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 
119 


131.  REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  Thy  call ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  Thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  Thy  name. 


131.    CM.  fjfiSiSi, 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 


2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  Thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Frienc 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
120 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISING.  132,  133 

132.    0.  M.  {&£» 

1  0  happy  souls  !  0  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  His  lovely  face  ! 

2  Lord,  I  address  Thy  heavenly  throne  ! 

Call  me  a  child  of  Thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

3  There  shed  Thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

133.     8s  &  1b.         {*&& 

1  Praise  the  Lord !    ye  heavens,   adore 

Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken  , 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws,  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 
121 


134.  REJOICING   AND   PRAISING. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail  ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious ; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high  His  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  name  ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen ! 

184.    0.  M.         jjtga; 

1  Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore  ; 
Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Lord. 

%  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 
The  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 
The  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
.  And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  overthrown 
In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 
And  God  exalts  His  conquering  Son 
To  His  right  hand  of  power. 
122 


REJOICING  AND   PRAISING.  135. 

0  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore  ; 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Confess  the  Almighty  Lord. 


B.S5,       L.    M.  \  old  Hundred. 

1  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 
dwell  ; 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  High  on  a  throne  His  glories  dwell  — 

An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss ; 
Fly  through  the  world,  0  sun  !  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  His. 

3  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves,  agree 

To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

4  Wide  as  His  vast  dominion  lies 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  His  thunder  shout  His  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  His  throne. 
123 


136.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

5  Jehovah  !  —  ?t  is  a  glorious  word  ! 

0  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ! 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the 
Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

6  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  ; 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  ! 


ASPIRATION  AND  COURAGE. 

136.     C.  M.  '  SPkCo^ 

1  My  Saviour  !  my  almighty  Friend  ! 

When  I  begin  Thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end  — 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first 
I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
124 


ASPIRATION  AND    COURAGE.        137. 

And    march,    with    courage,    in    Thy 
strength, 
To  see  my  Father-God. 

4  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ! 
With  this  delightful  song 
I  '11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

137.    L.  M.  {'is? 

1  Come  now,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God, 
Through  love,  to  purity  restored  ; 
The  proffered  benefit  embrace, 

The  plenitude  of  heavenly  grace  : 

2  The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense  ; 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  ; 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven ; 

3  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress ; 
The  unutterable  tenderness ; 

The  genuine  meek  humility; 

The  wonder,  "Why  such  love  to  me?" 

4  The    o'erwhelming    power    of   saving 

grace  ; 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 


125 


138, 139.  ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

138.  L.  M.  ifi&S- 

1  Though  all  the  world  my  choice  deride, 

Yet  Jesus  shall  my  portion  be  ; 
For  I  am  pleased  with  none  beside  ; 
The  fairest  of  the  fair  is  He. 

2  Sweet  is  the  vision  of  Thy  face, 

And  kindness  o'er  Thy  lips  is  shed ; 
Lovely  art  Thou,  and  full  of  grace, 
And  glory  beams  around  Thy  head. 

3  Thy  sufferings  I  embrace  with  Thee,    - 

Thy  poverty  and  shameful  cross  ; 
The  pleasures  of  the  world  I  flee, 
And  deem  its  treasures  only  dross. 

4  Be  daily  dearer  to  my  heart, 

And  ever  let  me  feel  Thee  near  ; 
Then  willingly  with  all  I  'd  part, 
Nor  count  it  worthy  of  a  tear.  - 

139.  CM.  l™^ 

1  0  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God, 
120 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.       140. 

Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  His  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  Thine  ; 

IThat  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  Thy  love  divine. 
14®.     CM.  PiSJ 

1  Jesus  !  the  name  high  over  all, 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus !  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given  ; 
It  scatters  all  their  guilt  and  fear  ; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  0  that  a  dying  world  might  know 

The  glory  of  His  name  ! 
My  voice  shall  His  salvation  show, 
And  cry,  "Behold  the  Lamb  !  v 
127 


141,142.  ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 


141.    L.  M.  jSSff 

1  0  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  His  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding 
side. 

2  I  would  forever  speak  His  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  His  Father's  throne. 

143.    L.  M.  \figj£ 

1  0  that  I  could  forever  dwell, 

Delighted,  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  His  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its 
bliss  ; 
0,  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 

128 


ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE.        143. 

When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above; 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame  ; 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake  ; 
Then  rise  to  God,  within  the  vail, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

143.     CM.  {*S£L 

1  Awake,  my  soul  !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  alread}^  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'T  is  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  ; 
9  129 


144.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs' 
gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  down. 


144.     L.M.  iASa, 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul  !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage. 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

130 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        145. 

4  Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love  ; 
The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 
And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of 
hell. 


14^     CM.  yg&S, 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

^A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 
131 


146.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  Thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

140.     L.  M.  i&gyg: 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,   thy  great  Captain 's 
gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on  ; 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors 
wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 
182 


ASPIRATION  AND  COURAGE.    147,148. 

147.  L.  M.  {Eo&Zl 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears  ; 

Lot  every  trembling-  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

!  True  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That    feeds    the    strength   of    every 
saint ; 

!  The    mighty    God,    whose    matchless 
power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young ; 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

:  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 
While     such     as    trust    their     native 
strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

148.  CM.  \l^t 

1  Speak  with  us,  Lord  ;  Thyself  reveal, 
While  here  on  earth  we  rove  ; 
133 


149.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindlings  of  Thy  love. 

2  With  Thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  toil,  and  time,  and  care  : 
Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  Thou  art  present  there. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  be  pleased  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My    bounding    heart    shall    own    Thy 
sway, 
And  echo  to  Thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 

Thy  face,  0  God,  I  seek, 
Attend  the  whispers  of  Thy  grace, 
And  hear  Thee  inly  speak. 

149.    L.  M.  j&gS& 

1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
134 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        150. 

Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home.  * 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  His  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

im.  ts  &  6s.       1%%™ 

1  Lamb  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 
We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  Thee  ; 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
0,  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 
135 


151.         ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE. 

2  By  Thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray ; 
By  Thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free  ; 

From  all  sin  do  Thou  release ; 
0,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  ns  go  in  peace ! 

3  Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Own  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal  ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 
0,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

151.     S.  M.     Double.    $£2J 

1  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, — 
To  pray,  and  never  cease ; 
Never  to  murmur  at  Thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 

This  blessing  above  all, — 
Always  to  pray, —  I  want; 
*136 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.       152. 

Out  of  the  deep  on  Thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  Thee  and  Thy  great  name ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern, 

For  Thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  Thy  grace. 

3  I  rest  upon  Thy  word, — 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 
•      Shall  surely  come  from  Thee ; 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  Thy  perfect  love. 

1152.    s.  M.  (*&£ 

1  "  Forever,  with  the  Lord  !  ?* 
So,  Jesus,  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word  ; 
?T  is  immortality. 
137 


153.       ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Thee  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent, 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  V 

Saviour,  if 't  is  Thy  will 
The  promise  Of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

4  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat,  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

im.  c.  m.      figat, 

1  0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ; 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
138 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        154. 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

154.  s.  m:       (iaa 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
139 


155.       ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

2  0,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  dono 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 


1^5.     S.  M. 


P.  C. 192 

Sentinel. 


1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise  ! 

The  God  of  armies  calls 
Unto  His  mansions  in  the  skies  — 
His  everlasting  halls. 

2  The  angel  host  appears, 

To  welcome  you  to  bliss  ; 
0,  what  is  earth,  its  sighs  and  tears, 
Its  joys,  compared  to  this  ! 

3  Crushed  is  the  haughty  foe  — 

His  might,  his  glory  gone ; 
But  ye,  with  victory  crowned,  shall  go 
To  Christ's  eternal  throne. 
140 


ASPIRATION  AND  COURAGE.   156,  157. 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Fight  the  fight;  and,  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  bread  of  life. 

Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe  ; 
Faint  not  ;  much  doth  yet  remain  ; 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

Shrink  not,  Christians,  — will  ye  yield  ? 
Will  ye  quit  the  battle-field? 
Fight  till  all  the  conflict  's  o'er, 
Nor  your  foes  shall  rally  more. 

But  when  loud  the  trumpet  blown 
Speaks  their  forces  overthrown, 
Christ,  your  Captain,  shall  bestow 
Crowns  to  grace  the  conqueror's  brow. 

1S7.    S.  M.  {££1S 

Rrjoice  in  God  alway  ; 

When  earth  looks  heavenly  bright, 
When  joy  makes  glad  the  livelong  day, 

And  peace  shuts  in  the  night. 
141 


158.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

2  Eejoice  when  care  and  woe 
The  fainting  soul  oppress  ; 
When  tears  at  wakeful  midnight  flow, 
And  morn  brings  heaviness. 


are 


3  Rejoice  in  hope  and  fear  ; 

Rejoice  in  life  and  death  ; 
Rejoice  when  threatening  storms 
near, 
And  comfort  languisheth. 

4  When  should  not  they  rejoice 

Whom  Christ  His  brethren  calls 
Who  hear  and  know  His  guiding  voice 
When  on  their  hearts  it  falls  1 

5  So,  though  our  path. is  steep, 

And  many  a  tempest  lowers, 
Shall  His  own  peace  our  spirits  keep, 
And  Christ's  dear  love  be  ours. 


1458.       6S&4S.       |Ne^rCto2fhee. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  ! 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
142 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        158. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  ! 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Though,  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be 
Nearer,  my  T*-od,  to  Thee  ! 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee ! 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I  '11  raise  , 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee ! 

Nearer  to  Thee. 
143 


159.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  1  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  ! 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


T.  C.  283. 

Silver  Street. 


1^9,     S.  M.  j 

1  Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  Thee  I  cast  my  care  ; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

2  Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  Thee  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 

4  A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
"144 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        160. 

Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 
The  consecrated  cross. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 

Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

HO.       8SS    13,   &4S.     {sieL^nn. 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 
From  without  and  from  within, 

Jesus  says  He  '11  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin. 

Therefore  praise  Him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  He  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God. 

Therefore  praise  Him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
10  145 


161.        ASPIRATION  AND    COURAGE. 

3  0  that  I  could  now  adore  Ilim, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  Him, 
And  unceasing  sing  His  love! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

161.     lis  &  10s.       SsJhcwS. 

1  0  tell  me,  Thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul ! 

Where  the  flock  of  Thy  pasture  are  feeding  ; 
I  seek  Thy  protection,  I  need  Thy  control, 
I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading. 

2  0  tell  me  the  place  where  Thy  flock  are  at  rest, 

Where  the  noontide  will  find  them  reposing  ! 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  distressed, 
And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing. 

3  0  why  should  I  stray  with  the  flocks  of  Thy  foes, 

'Mid  the  desert  where  now  they  are  roving; 
Where  hunger  and  thirst,  where  affliction  and  woes, 
And  temptations,  their  ruin  are  proving  ? 

4  0  when  shall  my  foes  and  my  wandering  cease, 

And  the  follies  that  fill  me  with  weeping? 
Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me  that  peace 
Thou  dost  give  to  the  fiock  Thou  art  keeping  ! 

5  A  voice  from  the  Shepherd  now  bids  thee  return 

By  the  way  where  the  footprints  are  lying  ; 
No  longer  to  wander,  no  longer  to  mourn; 
O  fair  one,  now  homeward  be  flying  ! 
146 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        162. 


im.   s.  m.         {ass 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  your  armor  on  ; 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  His  mighty  power  ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

4  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued  ; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  ; 

5  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  overcome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 
147 


163.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

1  wf  •        7  S.  )  Come  Home. 

1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we  've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go  ; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

'■'  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home  I" 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home!" 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet,  % 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home !" 
148 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        164. 

164.     9s&8s.  \*&™ 

1  Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er 

thee, 

And  all  the  midnight  shadows  flee  ; 
Tinged  are  the  distant  skies  with  glory, 

A  beacon  light  hung  out  for  thee  ; 
Arise,  arise  !  the  light  breaks  o'er  thee  ; 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the  throne  ; 
Thy  home  is  in  the  world  of  glory, 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 

2  Tossed  on  time's  rude,  relentless  surges, 

Calmly,   composed,    and    dauntless, 
stand, 
For,  lo  !  beyond  those  scenes  emerges 
The  heights  that  bound  the  promised 
land. 
Behold  !  behold  !  the  land  is  nearing, 
Where  the  wild  sea-storm's  rage  is 
o'er  ; 
Hark !    how   the    heavenly   hosts    are 
cheering  !  [shore  ! 

See  in  what  throngs  they  range  the 

3  Cheer  up  !  cheer  up  !   the  day  breaks 

o'er  thee 
Bright  as  the  summer's  noontide  ray; 
149 


165.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

The  star-gemmed  crowns  and  realms  of 
glory 

Invite  thy  happy  soul  away. 
Away  !  away  !  leave  all  for  glory  ; 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the  throne  ; 
Thy  home  is  in  that  world  of  glory, 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 

165.     8s&7s.  j'^fiff 

1  Holy  Father,  Thou  hast  taught  me 

I  should  live  to  Thee  alone  ; 
Year  by  year,  Thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

On  through  dangers  oft  unknown. 
When  I  wandered,  Thou  hast  found  me ; 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light ; 
Still  Thine  arm  has  been  around  me  ; 

All  my 'paths  were  in  Thy  sight. 

2  In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me, 

Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I ; 
And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know,  before  I  die. 
Therefore,  Lord,  I  come,  believing 

Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need  ; 
Through  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 
Strength  —  the  Spirit's  strength,  in 
deed. 

150 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.       166. 

3  I  would  trust  in  Thy  protecting  ; 

Wholly  rest  upon  Thine  arm  ; 
Follow  wholly  Thy  directing  ; 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm  ! 
Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing  ; 

Help  me  turn  to  Thee  when  tried  ; 
Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 

Keep  me  ever  at  Thy  side  ! 

166.       8S,   7S,   &  4S.  5^0.273. 

1  Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  Thou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  now  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide  ; 
151 


187.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

Death  of  death,  arid  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

»w7»       S.    M.  |  Alabaster. 

1  If,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  Thee, 
We  '11  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay- to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  Thy  control ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  Thy  will  our  own  ; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 
152 


■. 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        168. 


168.    S.  M. 


P.  (!.  2C2. 
Dover. 


Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy 
tears  ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

Through  waves,    through    clouds    and 
storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  His  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

Bid  every  care  be  gone. 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

What,  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well  ! 
153 


169,  170.     ASPIRATION  AND  COURAGE. 


169.    C.  M,  Jggfl 

1  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 

Great  God  !  are  in  Thy  hand  ; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  Thee. 
And  go  at  Thy  command. 

2  If  Thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  Thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 


170.     0.  M.  piSJ 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears  ; 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 

In  one  continued  stream. 

Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell ; 

God  will  these  powers  restrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 

And  make  their  efforts  vain.     • 
154 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.         171. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good  : 
He  will  for  His  provide  ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

•4  Fear  not  that  He  will  e'er  forsake, 
Or  leave  His  work  undone  ; 
He  's  faithful  to  His  promises, 
And  faithful  to  His  Son. 


178.     C.  M.  {?£? 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

l>  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  Heaven,  my  All. 
155 


172.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest  ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

172.     lis  &  8s.        {jS&fi 

1  0  Thou,  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight ; 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night ; 

My  hope,  m}?-  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  Thou,  dear  Shepherd, 
Resort  with  Thy  sheep, 

To  feed  them  in  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley 
Of  death  should  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  0,  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  Thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when 

My  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
156 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        173. 

4  He  looks  !  and  ten  thousands 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  His  word  ; 

He  speaks  !  and  eternity, 

Filled  with  His  voice, 
Reechoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

5  Dear  Shepherd  !  I  hear,  and 
Will  follow  Thy  call ; 

I  know  the  sweet  sound  of  Thy  voice  ; 

Restore  and  defend  me, 

For  Thou  art  my  all, 
And  in  Thee  I  will  ever  rejoice. 

I  ^st       7q  jr.  c.  219. 

£0e5.         lb.  J  Seymour. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  Himself  invites  thee  near, 
Bids  thee  ask  Him  —  waits  to  hear. 

With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
157 


174.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

There,  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do  ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

174.    S.  M.  J^gSS 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have  ; 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age  ; 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will, 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  oare, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
158 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.        175. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  Thyself  rely  ; 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


its.   c.  m.         jgjys 

1  Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain, 

Be  near  to  succor  me  ; 
My  sinking  spirit  still  sustain  ; 
To  Thee  I  turn,  to  Thee. 

2  When  cares  and  sorrows  thicken  round, 

And  nothing  bright  I  see, 
In  Thee  alone  can  help  be  found  ; 
To  Thee  I  turn,  to  Thee. 

8  Should  strong  temptations  fierce  assail; 
As  if  to  ruin  me, 
Then  in  Thy  strength  will  I  prevail, 
While  still  I  turn  to  Thee. 

4  Through  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 
Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 
In  joy  or  sadness,  weal  or  woe, 
Jesus,  I  Tl  turn  to  Thee. 
159 


176,  177.  ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 


'•w        7S.  |  Seymour. 

1  They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 

If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness  and  our  health, 
In  our  want,  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

i7^.  c.  m.       {i^iz. 

1  My  God  !  the  spring"  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun, 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  He  my  rising  sun. 
160 


ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE.         178. 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  His  ! ,} 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
At  that  transporting  word  ; 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 
I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

178.     7s&6s.  |*6£ff 

1  0  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  Him  above  ; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier ; 

My  Captain  's  gone  before  ; 
11  161 


179.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

He  's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  give  o'er  ; 

And  since  He  has  proved  faithful, 
A  righteous  crown  He  '11  give, 

And  all  His  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
0,  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  ! 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then,  when  the  combat 's  ended, 

He  '11  carry  you  above. 


1?©.     CM.  jg&j* 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  : 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  Ave  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  to}Ts  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 
1C2 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.      180. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee,. 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ;. 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


18®.     C.  M.  \^plt 

1  Along  the  mountain  track  of  life, 

Along  the  weary  lea, 
In  rocks,  in  storms,  in  joy,  in  strife, 

Let  this  my  heart-cry  be  — 
"  Nearer  to  Thee  !    Nearer  to  Thee  ! ;? 

2  This  pilgrim-path  by  Thee  was  trod, 

Jesus  !  my  King  !  by  Thee  ; 
Traced   by  Thy  feet,  Thy  tears,   Thy 
blood, 

1G3 


180.         ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

In  love,  in  death,  for  me. 
0,  bring  my  soul  nearer  to  Thee  ! 

3  Let  every  step,  let  every  thought, 

Sweet  memories  bear  of  Thee  ! 
And    hear    the    soul    Thy    love    hath 
bought, 

Whose  every  cry  shall  be, 
11  Nearer  to  Thee  !     Nearer  to  Thee  !  " 

4  Thou  wilt !  Thou  dost !  —  a  still  small 

voice 

Whispers  of  faith  in  Thee, 
Of  hope  that  might  in  grief  rejoice, 

If  still  the  way-cry  be, 
"  Nearer  to  Thee  !     Nearer  to  Thee  !  " 

5  Yet  a  few  days  to  me,  perhaps, 

And  time  shall  no  more  be  ; 
But  boundless  love  can  know  no  lapse, 

Thou  art  eternity  ! 
Draw,    then,    my     soul,     "Nearer    to 
Thee!" 

164 


ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE.    181,  182. 

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0  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God! 

I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

1  'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise  ; 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  His  throne  of  grace, 

To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

iss.   s.m.  {$62: 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near, 
The  year  delays  not  long ; 

And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves; 
But  he  shall  come  at  twilight's  close, 

And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 
165 


183,  184.  ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

188.     S.  M.  [Sfig 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

Thy  will  in  all  to  see ; 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 

To  do  it  as  for  Thee  ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  way, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  Thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labors  shine  ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause  ; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 

l94«        L.    M.         )  Pilgrim's  Farewell. 

1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  ; 
Stoop    down   and   take    us    on   Thy 
wings  ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ; 
166 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.       184. 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  0  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There   sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with 
light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  Him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  Him 

fall; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the 

Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  0,  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While    to    their   golden   harps  they 
^sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And    spread   the   triumph    of    their 
King  ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount,  to  dwell  above  ; 
167 


185.         ASPIRATION    AND    COURAGE. 

And    stand,    and    bow,    among    them 
there, 
And  view  Thy  face,  and   sing,  and 


love  ? 


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1  Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light ! 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give. 

2  Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ; 
Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast. 

3  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet  ; 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat; 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe  ; 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Light  immortal !  Light  divine  ! 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine  ; 
If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay, 

168 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.       186. 

5  Heal    our  wounds  —  our  strength  re- 

new ; 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away  ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

6  Give  us  comfort  when  we  die  ; 
Give  us  life  with  Thee  on  high  ; 
In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  us  joys  which  never  end. 


18©.        8S.  \  Birniinghfm. 

1  I  long  to  behold  Him  arrayed 

With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  King  in  His  beauty  displayed  — 
His  beauty  of  holiest  love. 

2  I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  His  abode  ; 
0,  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ! 

3  With  Him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word  ; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 
Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord. 
169 


187.       ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

4  But  when,  on  Thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find  — 
My  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee  ! 

5  Physician  of  souls  !  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give  ; 
And  when  from  the  body  set  free, 
0  then  to  the  city  receive ! 

187.    L.  M.     iy„LS*U 

1  High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 

The  King  of  glory  spreads  His  seat, 
And   troops  of   angels,    stretched    for 
flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  His  awful  feet. 

2  Thy  winged  troops,  0  God  of  hosts, 

Wait  on  Thy  wandering  church  be- 
low ! 
Here  we  are  sailing  to  Thy  coasts  ; 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

3  Are  they  not  all  Thy  servants,  Lord  ? 

At  Thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  cheerful  haste  obey  Thy  word, 
And  guard  Thy  children  to  their  home. 
170 


ASPIRATION  AND  COURAGE.    188, 189. 

fiSS.        D.   M.  \  Lebanon'. 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 

To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call !    - 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove, 

For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 
To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 

And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  residence  remove, 

Or  but  conceal  His  face. 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 

Without  Thy  presence,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The, circle  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul. 

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I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
171 


190.        ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE. 

Thy  wounds,  Tmmanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  Thy  clear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly 
thing's, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  Thee, 

That   quickens   all   things  where   it 
flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  His  care, 
Or  yields  Him  meaner  fruit,  than  I. 

190.   L.M  j&aj 

1  Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  He  please. 

2  Firm  are  the  words  His  prophets  give  ; 
Sweet  words  on  which  His  children  live ; 

172 


ASPIRATION   AND    COURAGE.         191. 

Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
,  •   Who  spoke  and  spread  the  skies  abroad. 

3  0  for  a  strong,  a  lasting-  faith, 
r     To  credit  what  the  Almighty  saith  ; 
To  embrace  the  message  of  His  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own  ! 

'4  Then,  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
,     And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
i     Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


191.       L.   M.  \  DutasSst 

1  0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  name; 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored  ; 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim. 

2  0  Jesus  !  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away  ; 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  lay 

Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

3  0  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given  ! 
173 


192.      TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Thou  source  of  ecstacy  and  love  ! 
Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and' 
heaven. 

4  0  God  triune  !  to  Thee. we  owe 

*Our  every  thought,  our  every  song; 
And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 

From    saint   and    seraph's   burning 
tongue  ! 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

192.  l.  m.       {fiai 

1  O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  His  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'Tis    done  —  the    great   transaction's 

done  ! 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine  ; 
174 


TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION.      193 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 
Here     heavenly   pleasures    fill    my 
breast. 

5  High  heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till,  in  life's  latest  hour,  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

193.    C.  M.  f^SSt 

*1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I  '11  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through   floods   and   flames,   if  Jesus 

leads  ; 
I  '11  follow  where  He  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I  '11  go  at  his  command  ; 
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194.     TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be  : 
Hinder  me  not!  come,  welcome  death! 
I  '11  gladly  go  with  Thee  ! 

I.JML        L.    jYJ  \  Loving  kindness. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went,  # 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Oppressed  with  unbelief  and  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  their  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

176 


TEUST;   HOPE,   CONSECRATION.     195. 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  Thee,  as  I  am  : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  Thee  can  give ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I  '11  point  to  Thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

195.  c.  m.       jaast 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  ; 
12  177 


196.      TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  .grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
?T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

106.     lis.     JK^iflU 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  He  say,  than  to  you  He  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  hath  tied  ? 

2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not  dismayed  ! 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  My  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  Even  down  to  old  age  all  My  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 

178 


TRUST;   HOPE,    CONSECRATION.      197. 

And   then,  -when  gray  hairs   shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be  borne. 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I  '11  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake  ! 


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Most  strange  in  all  its  ways  ; 
And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

Workman  of  God  !  0  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 

And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

And  blessed  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 

Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

0  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

0  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 

And  beckons  thee  His  road. 
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198.    L.  M.  {*•&»■ 

Though  sorrows  rise,  and  dangers  roll 
In  waves  of  darkness  o'er  my  soul ; 
Though  friends  are  false,  and  love  de- 
cays, 
And  few  and  evil  are  my  days  ; 
Though  conscience,  fiercest  of  my  foes, 
Swells     with     remembered    guilt    my 

woes  ; 
Yet  even  in  nature's  utmost  ill, 
I  love  Thee,  Lord  !  I  love  Thee  still ! 

Though  Sinai's  curse,  in  thunder  dread, 
Peals  o'er  mine  unprotected  head, 
And  memory  points,  with  busy  pain, 
To  grace  and  mercy  given  in  vain  ; 
Till  nature,  shrinking  in  the  strife, 
Would  fly  to  hell  to  'scape  from  life ; 
Though  every  thought  has  power  to  kill, 
I  love  Thee,  Lord  !  I  love  Thee  still ! 

0,  by  the  pangs  Thyself  hast  borne, — 
The  ruffian's  blow,  the  tyrant's  scorn  ; 
By  Sinai's  curse,  whose  dreadful  doom 
Was  buried  in  Thy  guiltless  tomb  ; 
By   these    my    pangs,    whose   healing 
smart 

180 


TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     199. 

Thy  grace  hath  planted  in  my  heart, 
I  know,  I  feel  Thy  bounteous  will ; 
Thou  lov'st  me,  Lord  !  Thou  lov'st  me 
still ! 

im.    o;  M.  {*,£*? 

1  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

0  joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?   Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 
181 


200,  201.  TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

2©0.    0.  M.  {*§"* 

1  Lord,  see  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise, 

And  beat  upon  my  soul : 
One  trouble  to  another  cries  ; 
Billows  on  billows  roll. 

2  From  fear  to  hope,  from  hope  to  fear, 

My  shipwrecked  soul  is  tost, 
Till  I  am  tempted,  in  despair, 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

3  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I  '11  look 

Once  more  to  Thee,  my  God ; 
0  fix  my  feet  upon  the  rock, 
Beyond  the  raging  flood  ! 

4  One  look  of  mercy  from  Thy  face 

Will  set  my  heart  at  ease  ; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grace 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

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1  Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free  ! 
What  need  I  that  is  not  in  Thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 
182 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     202. 

2  Doth  sickness  fill  the  heart  with  fear? 
;T  is  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 

7T  is  sweet  to  feel  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life,  Thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid  ; 

In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes  ; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

4  0,  all-sufficient  Saviour !  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me  ; 

Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death,  can  harm 
The  weakest,  shielded  by  Thine  arm. 

HAS       L    M  J  p.c.166. 

7&V2&,       lu.     ML.  J  Park  Street. 

1  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes  — 
To  Thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  soul  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands  ; 
183 


203.    TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose ! 
If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

208.     C.  M.  j*g# 

1  Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  Thy  grace, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  Thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart ! 

3  But  He,  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  0,  while  I  breathe  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  Thine  eye. 
184 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     204. 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  Thy  feet, 
Rejoice  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

2M.    L.M.  IS&JSt 

1  He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  !  — 
And  now,  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  His  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,    then,    ye    black,     despairing 

thoughts ! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us-  on  His  heart. 

185 


205.     TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

5  Great  Advocate !   almighty  Friend  ! 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


205.     0.  M.  {££a( 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all,  who  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  0,  make  but  trial  of  His  love  ! 

Experience  will  decide  ; 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide  ! 

4  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  ye  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  ye  His  service  your  delight  — ■ 
He  ;11  make  your  wants  His  care. 
186 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.     206. 

S«MS.    L.  m.         j&&g: 

Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage, 
Where  shall  I  fly,  but  to  Thy  breast  ? 

For  I  have  sought  no  other  home  ; 
For  I  have  learned  no  other  rest. 

I  cannot  live  contented  here 

Without  some  glimpses  of  Thy  face  ; 
And  heaven,  without  Thy  presence 
there, 

Will  be  a  dark  and  tiresome  place. 

When  earthly  cares  engross  the  da}r, 
And   hold  my  thoughts  aside   from 
Thee, 

The  shining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

And  if  no  evening  visit 's  paid 

Between  my  Saviour  and  my  soul, 

IIow    dull    the    night !    how   sad   the 
shade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

My  God  !  and  can  an  humble  child, 
Who  loves  Thee  with  a  flame  so  high, 

Be  ever  from  Thy  face  exiled, 
Without  the  pity  of  Thine  eye  ? 

187 


207.      TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

6  Impossible  !  for  Thine  own  hands 

Have  tied  my  heart  so  fast  to  Thee  ; 
And  in  Thy  book  the  promise  stands, 
That  where    Thou    art  Thy   friends 
must  be. 


207.     1b,  6s,  &  8s.  5Po£yxa 

Thou,  0  Lord,  in  tender  love, 

Dost  all  my  burdens  bear  ; 
Lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  fix  it  ever  there. 
Calm  on  tumult's  wheel  I  sit, 

'Midst  busy  multitudes  alone; 
Sweetly  waiting  at  Thy  feet, 

Till  all  Thy  will  be  done. 

Careful  without  care  I  am, 

Nor  feel  my  happy-  toil ; 
Kept  in  peace  by  Jesus'  name, 

Supported  by  His  smile. 
Joyful  thus  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  His  service  my  reward  ; 
Every  work  I  do  below, 

I  do  it  to  the  Lord. 
188 


D 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.     208. 

To  the  desert  or  the  cell 

Let  others  blindly  fly  ; 
In  this  evil  world  1  dwell, 

Unhurt,  unspotted  I. 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire  ; 
Walking  unconcerned  in  care, 

And  unconsumed  in  fire. 


«©§.  l.  m.      jsaa 

My  Lord,  if  Thou  one  moment  leave, 
That  moment  I  from  Thee  depart ; 

Fall  into  sin,  Thy  Spirit  grieve, 

And  to  the  tempter  yield  my  heart. 

0  do  not  at  a  distance  stand, 

Or  from  my  helpless  soul  remove  ! 

Trouble  and  sin  are  hard  at  hand, 
And  naught  can   save  me  but  Thy 
love. 

Exposed  continually  to  shame, 

To   fiends,  and  men,   and  passion's 
power ; 
0  pluck  the  brand  from  out  the  flame, 
Or  turn  aside  the  fiery  hour  ! 
189 


209.      TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

4  I  feel  throughout  my  evil  day 

Temptation  intimately  near  : 
0  could  I  without  ceasing  pray, 

And  always  watch,  and  always  fear  ! 

5  Jesus,  for  this  to  Thee  I  cry  ; 

Upon  my  thirsty,  gasping  soul 
Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  floods  o'er  all  the  desert  roll. 


209.     C.  M.  {*£$ 

1  God  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near  ; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,   shall   guide    my 

feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 


Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God 
7T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 
190 


210. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My   tongue    shall    sound    Thy  works 
abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

$1$,     L.  M.  U£&g,e. 

1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 

My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock  — 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power  ; 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad  ; 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

3  To  Thee  I  will  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care, 
Be  guarded  from  my  treacherous  foe. 
191 


211,  212.  TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

811.     S.  M.  SE,£,i. 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me,  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

21S.     C.  M.  {*<££* 

1  0  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 
192 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.       £13. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race  ! 

3  0  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace  ! 

4  Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 


91.3.   CM.  p-Gce-ef- 

1  How  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy 

Which  Thou  hast  kindly  given 
To  those  who  seek  Thy  presence,  Lord, 
And  tread  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

2  'T  is  in  the  silence  of  the  shade 

My  sober  thoughts  begin, 
And  earth's  illusive  charms  appear 
But  vanity  and  sin. 
13  193 


214. 

3  'T  is  here  the  troubled  springs  of  life 

Are  calmed  to  sweetest  rest ; 
The  stillness  of  this  hour  expels 
The  tumult  of  my  breast. 

4  Far,  far  above  all  mortal  things, 

I  walk  with  God  alone, 
And  while  lie  names  celestial  joys, 
I  call  them  all  my  own. 

5  Then  let  the  noisy  world  pursue 

The  trifles  of  a  day  ; 
Mine  be  the  silent,  secret  joys 
That  never  fade  away. 

214.     6s&4s.  \T&3* 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
0  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine  ! 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
194 


215. 

As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be  — 
A  living  fire  : 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  m}^  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll  ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
0  bear  me  safe  above  — 

A  ransomed  soul ! 

215.     S.  M.  {$££ 

Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home, 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 
195 


216.      TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

2  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present   things,  nor   things   to 
come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

3  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control  ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  thro' 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

216.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.        {*-,£«* 

1  Ox  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing  — 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 

Mourning  captive, 
God  Himself 'shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
196 


TRUST,  HOPE;  CONSECRATION.       £17. 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning  ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  ; 
Great  deliverance 

Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 

AH  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee  ; 

Victory  is  thine  at  last ; 
All  thy  conflicts 

End  in  everlasting  rest. 

2fl7.     CM.  {%&S 

There  is  a  little,  lonely  fold, 

Whose  flock  One  Shepherd  keeps, 

Through  summer's  heat   and  winter's 
cold. 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 
Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
197 


218. 

Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die, 
Beneath  that  Shephercl's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4  0,  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  Thy  fold, 
That  trembling  turns  to  Thee  ! 

5*1  8.        L.    M.  |  Williams. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
1  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
198 


TRUST,  EOPE;  CONSECRATION.       219. 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

91©.     8s  &  Is.    Double.    {*•<&£*■ 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition  ; 

All  I  ?ve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  whilst  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  scorn 
me  ; 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me  ; 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
199 


219.       TRUST;  HOPE,  CONSECRATION. 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me  ; 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
0,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ! 
0,  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee  ! 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed    by   faith,    and   winged    by 
prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee  ; 
God's    own    hand    shall    guide   thee 
there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 
200 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     220. 


3SO.     C.  P.  M.  l£Sd$rm 

Oft  when  the  waves  of  passion  rise, 
And  storms  of  life  conceal  the  skies, 

And  o'er  the  ocean  sweep, 
Tossed  in  the  long  tempestuous  night, 
We  feel  no  ray  of  heavenly  light 

To  cheer  the  lonely  deep. 

2  But,  lo  !  in  our  extremity, 

The  Saviour  walking  on  the  sea  ! 

E'en  now  He  passes  by  ! 
He  silences  our  clamorous  fear, 
And  mildly  says,  "  Be  of  good  cheer, 

Be  not  afraid,  ?t  is  I." 

3  Ah,  Lord  !  if  it  be  Thou  indeed, 
So  near  us  in  cur  time  of  need, 

So  good,  so  strong  to  save  ; 
Speak  the  kind  word  of  power  to  me  ; 
Bid  me  believe,  and  come  to  Thee, 

Swift-walking  on  the  wave. 

4  He  bids  me  come  !  His  voice  I  know, 
And  boldly  on  the  waters  go, 

201 


221. 


And  brave  the  tempest's  shock  : 
O'er  rude  temptations  now  I  bound  ; 
The  billows  yield  a  solid  ground, 

The  wave  is  firm  as  rock ! 

Come  in,  come  in,  Thou  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
And  all  the  storms  of  sin  shall  cease, 

And  fall,  no  more  to  rise  : 
0,  if  Thy  Spirit  still  remain, 
Our  rest  on  distant  shores  we  gain, 

Our  haven  in  the  skies  ! 

SKSll.     ?s&8s.  |*j££- 

Jesus  lives  !  thy  terrors  now 

Can  no  longer,  Death,  appall  me  ; 

Jesus  lives  !  and  well  I  know 
From  the  dead  he  will  recall  me  ; 

Better  life  will  then  commence  — 

This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

Jesus  lives  !  I  know  full  well 

Naught  from  Him  my  heart  can  sever ; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 

Joy,  nor  grief,  henceforth,  forever, 
God  will  power  and  grace  dispense  — 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 
202 


TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     222. 

Jesus  lives !  henceforth  is  death 
Entrance  into  life  immortal : 

Calmly  I  can  yield  my  breath  ; 

Fearless  tread  the  frowning  portal : 

Thou,  when  faileth  flesh  and  sense, 

Lord,  wilt  be  my  confidence  ! 


«0<*  *l  a  J  P.  C.  204. 

&£,&*        <S.  5Twili2ht. 


1  Lord  !  I  cannot  let  Thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face  — 
Mine  's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once,  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  Thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free  — 
Lord  !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then  ; 
Many  changes  I  have  seen ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now : 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ? 

4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need  — 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 

203 


223.     TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 


After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

5  No  ;  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'T  is  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold 
I  can  no  denia'l  take, 
Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 


323.     S.  M. 


P.  C.  263- 
Baron. 


1  Thou  very  present  aid 

In  suffering'  and  distress  ; 
The  mind  which  stiil  on  Thee  is  stayed 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  It  hallows  every  cross  ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
204 


TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     224. 

What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

5  Stripped  of  each  earthly  friend, 
I  find  them  all  in  One  ; 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


*&*$/&       O    IV       *       p.  C.  244. 

,^^<d£.        \J.    1U.        ?  Cross  and  Crown. 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No  ;  there  ?s  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there  *s  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear  ; 
For  there  ?s  a  crown  for  me. 

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225.     TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION 


3*l«5.       S.    M.  jAlabistej 

1  Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  ; 

2  0  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ! 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God ! 

Behold  the  open  door ! 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire, 
Then  rest  on  Sion's  hill. 
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TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.     226. 


S26.     C.  M.  {&S& 

Christ  leads  Die  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  He  went  through  before  ; 

He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me 
meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  must  Thy  glory  be  ? 

Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints 

That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 
"    The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But 't  is  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him ! 
207 


227, 228.  trust,  hope,  consecration. 

®27.     L.  M.    6  lines.    Ut%S3t* 

1  0,  let  my  trembling  soul  bo  still, 

While  darkness  veils  this  mortal  eye, 
And  wait  Thy  wise,  Thy  holy  will, 

Wrapped  yet  in  fears  and  mystery  ! 
I  cannot,  Lord,  Thy  purpose  see  ; 
Yet  all  is  well,  since  ruled  by  Thee. 

2  When  mounted  on  Thy  clouded  car, 

Thou  send'st  Thy  darker  spirits  down, 
lean  discern  Thy  light  afar  — 

Thy  light  sweet  beaming  through  Thy 
frown  ; 
And,  should  I  faint  a  moment,  then 
I  think  of  Thee,  and  smile  again. 

3  So,  trusting  in  Thy  love,  I  tread 

The  narrow  path  of  duty  on  ; 
What  tho'  some,  cherished  joys  are  fled  ? 
What  though  some  flattering  dreams 
are  gone  ? 


Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  ; 
Why  should  my  spirit,  then,  complai 


22S.     C.  M.  j1^0- 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill, 
And  fixed  as  mountains  be, 

208 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.    229. 

Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  leans,  0  Lord  !  on  Thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem's  happj^  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ,  their  Lord,  is  gone. 


229.       L.   M.    6  LINES.     [.St^ffurg. 

As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
.  We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 
The  thought  how  comforting  and  sweet, 

Christ  trod  this  very  path  before  ! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  He  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

Do  sickness,  feebleness  or  pain, 
Or  sorrow  in  our  path  appear, 

The  recollection  will  remain, 

More  deeply  did  He  suffer  here  ! 
14  209 


230.    TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

His  life,  how  truly  sad  and  brief, 
Filled  up  with  suffering  and  with  grief! 

3  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray, 

And  whisper  evil  things  within, 
So  did  he,  in  the  desert  way, 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin  ; 
When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

4  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  He  trod, 

With  every  human  ill  but  sin  ; 
And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now,  so  He  has  been. 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy  ! 

r~<&i$,        0.    M.       J  Crosa  and  Crown. 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise  — 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal  ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 
210 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.    231. 

But  0,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine  ! 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust  ; 
And  stilt  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still  ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

331.    cm.  \is3S: 

Firm  as  the  earth  Thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  Hope,  my  Trust ; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  His  sheep  ; 

All  whom  His  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  favorites  from  His  breast  ] 
211 


232.    TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

In  the  dear  bosom  of  His  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 

232.    L.M.  $$£■ 

1  Be  still,  my  heart!  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 

And  contradict  His  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  His  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  He  provide  ? 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  Guide  ? 

3  When  first  before  His  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  Him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour 
To  trust  His  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  He  not  His  promise  past 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  He  who  has  helped  me  hitherto 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  trophies  to  His  endless  praise. 

212 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.  233,  234. 

6  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God  ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

233.     lis  &  10s.       {,£&& 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  He  makes  me  repose 

Where  the  pastures  in  beauty  are  growing  ; 
He  leads  me  afar  from  the  world  and  its  woes, 
Where  in  peace  the  still  waters  are  flowing. 

2  He  strengthens  my  spirit  ;  He  shows  me  the  path 

Wljere  the  arms  of  His  love  shall  enfold  me  ; 
And  when  I  walk  through  the  dark  valley  of  death, 
His  rod  and  His  staff  will  uphold  me  ! 

234.    L.  M.  \isat 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat  — 

'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where    friend    holds    fellowship    with 

t  friend ; 

213 


235.    TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Though  sundered  far,  by  faitli  we  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  becloud  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  0,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 

~~«>»J>.        \J.    1U.        J  Cross  and  Crown. 

1  Now  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast, 

0  Son  of  Man,  I  fly  ! 
Be  Thou  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
For  0,  the  storm  is  high ! 

2  Protect  me  from  the  furious  blast ; 

My  shield  and  shelter  be : 
Hide  me,  my  Saviour,  till  o'erpast 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

3  As  o'er  a  parched  and  weary  land 

A  rock  extends  its  shade, 
214 


TRUST,  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.        236. 

So  hide  me,  Saviour,  with  Thy  hand, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

4  In  all  the  times  of  my  distress 

Thou  hast  my  succor  been  ; 
And,  in  my  utter  helplessness, 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

5  How  swift  to  save  me  didst  Thou  move 

In  every  trying  hour  ! 
0,  still  protect  me  with  Thy  love, 
And  shield  me  with  Thy  power ! 

2»>G.        L.    M.  |  Brentford. 

1  Lord,  in  Thy  garden  agony, 

No  light  seemed  on  Thy  soul  to  break ; 
No  form  of  seraph  lingered  nigh, 
Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake  ; 

2  Till,  by  Thine  own  triumphant  word, 

The  victory  over  ill  was  won  ; 
Till  the  sweet,  mournful  cry  was  heard, 
"  Thy  will,  0  God,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

3  Lord,   bring   these    precious   moments 

back, 
When,  fainting,  against  sin  we  strain  ; 
215 


237.     TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

Or  in  Thy  counsels  fail  to  track 

Aught  but  the  present  grief  and  pain. 

4  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend  ; 

In  darkness,  yield  to  God  our  will ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Cheer  by  Thine  holy  angels  still ! 

237.     8s  &  Is,         §4gS. 

1  "  Mercy,  0  Thou  Son  of  David  !  " 

Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
"  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid  !  " 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him  ; 

But  he  called  the  louder  still  ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  He  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness  ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !  " 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 
216 


TRUST,    HOPE,   CONSECRATION.     238. 

5  0,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  "  0,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  Him  ; 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


238.     CM.  5K2 

If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 

To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

0,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell  — 

Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe  ? 

While  yet  in  anguish  He  surveyed 
Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 

What  love  His  latest  words  displayed, 
"  Meet  and  remember  Me  ! ?; 
217 


239.      TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death,  Thy  sha 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
0  memory !  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 


289.     CM.  $£j» 

1  0,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself 

Unto  our  childish  love, 
As  though  by  His  free  ways  with  us 
Our  earnestness  to  prove  ! 

2  His  sacred  name  a  common  word 

On  earth  He  loves  to  hear  ; 
There  is  no  majesty  in  Him 
•  Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

3  The  light  of  love  is  round  His  feet ; 

His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  He  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  Him. 

4  Let  us  be  simple  with  Him,  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold, 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 
218 


TRUST;  HOPE,  CONSECRATION.  240,  241. 

240.     8s&7s.  frfc&gL 

1  God  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  His  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  His  brightness  stream- 
eth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  .love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

941.    C.  M.  {iaJS. 

1  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord  ! 
The  simplest  are  the  best ; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts  ; 
Thou  makest  there  Thy  rest. 
219 


242.     TRUST,   HOPE,    CONSECRATION. 


2  Dear  Comforter  !  Eternal  Love  ! 

If  Thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 
I  '11  build  a  house  for  Thee. 

3  Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  mine 

But  Thou,  my  heavenly  Guest  ? 
Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  Thee, 
And  let  it  be  Thy  rest. 

'***•        ^-    «!■.  J  Guardian. 

1  0  dearest  Lamb,  take  Thou  my  heart ! 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  Thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  Thee  ? 

2  If  there  's  a  fervor  in  my  soul, 

And  fervor  sure  there  is, 
Now  it  shall  be  at  Thy  control, 
And  but  to  serve  Thee  rise. 

3  If  love,  that  mildest  flame,  can  rest 

In  hearts  so  hard  as  mine  : 
Come,  gentle  Saviour  to  my  breast ; 
Its  love  shall  all  be  Thine. 

4  Now  the  gay  world  with  treacherous  art 

Shall  tempt  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
220 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.       243, 

I  have  conveyed  away  that  heart, 
Ne'er  to  return  again. 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth  to  taste  His  love, 

To  feel  His  quickening  grace ; 
And  all  the  heaven  I  hope  above 
.  Is  but  to  see  His  face. 

243.    CM.  !0™v~ 

Jesus  !  I  love  Thy  charming  name  ; 

7T  is  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

Then,   speechless,  clasp  Thee   in  mine 
arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 
221 


244. 


244.    L.  M.  P-^I68 


When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks  — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was 
dark  ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowecl 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering 
bark. 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose  — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

It  was  m}^  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  bark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And,  through  the  storm,  and  danger's 
thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
222 


TRUST,    HOPE,    CONSECRATION.      245. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star  — the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 


245.    H.  M. 


P.  C.  IS. 
Darwell. 


1  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King  ! 
Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 

Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  the  heart — lift  up  the  voice  — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice  ! 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail  ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  the  heart  —  lift  up  the  voice  — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice  ! 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  the  heart — lift  up  the  voice  — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice  ! 
223 


246. 


246.     L.  M.  {££££. 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 

through ; 
Thine    eye   commands,    with   piercing 

view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My    heart    and    flesh,    with    all    their 

powers. 

My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 
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HYMNS    OF   CHRIST.  247. 


HYMNS   OF  CHRIST. 

247.    L.  M. 


;  P.  C.  84. 
Arnheim. 


1  Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 

To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays  ; 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  He  hath  clone. 

2  Sing  how  Pie  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  He  wore  above  ; 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  the  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

The  Almighty  Captive  Prisoner  lay ; 
The  Almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day 

4  Lift  up  your  e3res,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Up  to  His  throne  of  shining  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  sit  — 

Round  the  sweet  beauties  of  His  face. 

5  Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And    echoes    through  the    heavenly 
plain  ! 

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248.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 


fM4S.      C.    M.  {*&£ 

1  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song-  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
"  Good   will    and    peace ?;    are    heard 
throughout 
The  harmonious  angel  throng. 
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HYMNS    OF    CHBIST. 


6  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !    forever  hail, 
Redeemer,  brother,  friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should 
fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


845>.    H.  M.     fc^LV. 

1  Hark  !  what  celestial  sounds, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Soft  warbling  to  the  morn, 
It  strikes  the  ravished  ear  : 

Now  all  is  still ;  now  wild  it  flouts, 

In  tuneful  notes,  loud,  sweet,  and  shrill. 

2  The  angelic  hosts  descend, 

With  harmony  divine  ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join  : 
"Fear  not,"   say  they;   "Great  joy  wc 

bring : 
Jesus,  your  King,  is  born  to-day." 

3  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 

From  death's  eternal  gloom  ; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb  : 
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250.  HYMNS    OP    CHRIST. 

Your  voices  raise,  with  sons  of  light ; 
Your  songs  unite  of  endless  praise. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
For  peace  on  earth,  from  God  in  heaven, 
To  man  is  given,  at  Jesus'  birth. 


SS<9>.     8s,  Is,  &  4s.        \\£$; 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 

See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  : 

"It  is  finished!  " 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

"  It  is  finished  !  "     0,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ,  the  Lord  : 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
228 


HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  251. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 
.     Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  in  earth  and  heaven,  uniting, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

251.    L.  M.         Un^w. 

1  Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 
For  Christ  hath  shed  His  blood  for  you  ; 
That  blood  can  cleanse  the  vilest  soul. 
0  see  the  purple  torrent  roll  ! 

2  Behold  the  Lamb  on  Calvary  ! 

He  sighs,  and  groans,  and  dies  for  thee  ; 
The  rocks  are  rent,  the  sleeping  dead 
Awake  because  their  Jesus  bled. 

3  Behold  the  body  in  the  tomb  — 
The  soldiers  watching  in  the  gloom  ! 
But  angels  come,  at  dawn  of  day, 
And  bear  the  Lord  of  life  away. 

4  Behold  Him  rise  from  Olive's  brow! 
The  clouds  His  form  are  hiding  now ; 
He  -s  gone  to  stand  before  the  throne 
And  pray  forever  for  His  own. 

229 


252.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

5  Yet  see  the  sign  among  the  stars  — 
One  like  the  Son  of  Man  appears  ; 
Now  all  the  tribes  of  Israel  mourn, 
To  see  the  Crucified  return. 

6  Come,  sinner,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 
And  let  that  blood  avail  for  you  ; 
Then  say,  when  His  bright  hour  you  see, 
"It  is  my  Lord,  lie  comes  for  me." 


&5&*       1 1  «j  j   p.  c.  n. 

-««*«■        rib.  }  Gennesarct. 

1  While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest, 
The  last  beam  of  daylight  shone  dim  in  the  west, 
O'er  fields,  by  pale  moonlight  or  stars'  trembling 

ray, 
In  deep  meditation,  I  wandered  away. 

2  While  passing  a  garden  I  paused  to  hear 

A  voice,  faint  and  plaintive,  from  One  that  was 

there  ; 
The  voice  of  the  Sufferer  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

3  So  deep  were  His  sorrows,  so  fervent  His  prayers, 
That  down  o'er  His  bosom  rolled  sweat,  blood,  and 

tears  ! 
I  wept  to  behold  Him  !  —  I  asked  Him  His  name  ; 
He  answered,  "  'T  is  Jesus  !  from  heaven  I  came  ! ' ' 
230 


HYMNS   OF   CHRIST.  253. 

4  How  sweet  was  that  moment  He  bade  me  rejoice  ! 
His  smile,  0  how  pleasant !     How  pleasant  His 

voice  ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad  ! 
I  shouted  Salvation  !  and  Glory  to  God  ! 

5  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above  ; 

My  soul 's  full  of  glory,  of  light,  grace,  and  love  ! 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayers,  and  the  tears, 
Of  that  loving  Stranger,  who  banished  my  fears  ! 

6  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
When  Gabriel  descending,  the  trumpet  shall  sound ; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise 

To  gaze  on  the  Stranger  with  unclouded  eyes. 

S^g.     0.  M.  {\%*>; 

1  The  bead  that  once  was  crowned  with 

thorns 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords, 

Is  His  by  sovereign  right ; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
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254  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 


To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  name  to  know. 

4  To  them,  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace  is  given  ; 

Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 

Their  joy,  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above  ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  To  them  the  cross  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him ; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

1  Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 
Crowned  in  mockery  a  King! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 
Life  is  given  through  Thy  name. 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  255. 

Jesus,  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading ; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuers  praise  ! 

255.     Is.    6  lines.        J'jfif 

1  Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! 

Crowns  unfading  wreathe  His  head  ; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing  — 
Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 
233 


258.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

2  Now  behold  Ilim  high  enthroned, 
Glory  beaming  from  His  face, 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace  : 
0  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 

256.    S.  M.  l£$4\ 

1  Beyond  the  starry  skies, 

Far  as  the  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light 
Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Around  Him  angels  fair 

In  countless  armies  shine  ; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  "  they  cry, 

"  Whose  unexampled  love 
Moved    Thee    to    quit   these    glorious 
realms 
And  royalties  above.'7 

4  And  when  He  stooped  to  earth, 

And  suffered  rude  disdain, 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  257. 

They  cast  their  honors  at  His  feet, 
And  waited  in  His  train. 

5  They  saw  Him  on  the  cross, 

While  darkness  veiled  the  skies  ; 
And  when  He  burst  the  gates  of  death 
They  saw  the  Conqueror  rise. 

6  They  thronged  His  chariot  wheels, 

And  bore  Him  to  His  throne  ; 
Then    swept   their  golden  harps,   and 
sung, 
"  The  glorious  work  is  done." 

257.        CM.  {$£«■ 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away  ; 
And  bow  with  reverence  down,  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; 

Such  wonders  love  can  do  ! 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 

And  still  your  sorrows  rise, 
235 


258.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished 
grave, 
Then  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 

4  But  dry  your  tears,  and  tune  your  songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

5  High  o'er  the  angelic  band  He  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head  ; 
And   through   unnumbered   years    lie 
reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

258.     C.  M.  \*&* 

1  Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high, 

The  glorious  work  complete  ; 
Sin,  death,  and  hell,  low  vanquished  lie 
Beneath  His  awful  feet. 

2  There,  with  eternal  glory  crowned, 

m  The  Lord,  the  Conqueror,  reigns  ; 
His  praise  the  heavenly  choirs  resound 
In  their  immortal  strains. 

3  Amid  the  splendors  of  His  throne 

Unchanging  love  appears  ; 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  259. 

The  names  He  purchased  for  His  own 
Still  on  His  heart  He  bears. 

4  0,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 

S59.     0.  P.  M.  Spb£,S 

1  0,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
0,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I  'd    soar,    and    touch    the    heavenly 

string's, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

12  I  M  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  ; 
I  'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
237 


280.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When    my    dear   Lord   will   bring   me 

home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

260.     CM.  {**££■ 

1  0,  my  dear  Saviour  !  when  Thy  cares, 

Thy  toils  for  me  I  read, 
My  eyes  run  o'er  with  grateful  tears, 
And  I  bow  down  my  head. 

2  Thy  suffering  life  I  cannot  trace, 

Or  read  Thy  sacred  word  : 
238 


HYMNS   OF    CHRIST.       281,  262. 

But  I  'm  overcome  with  thankfulness 
To  Thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 

What  am  I,  Lord,  that  Thou  so  much 
Shouldst  love  and  value  me  ? 

Yile  dust  I  am,  yet  thou  for  such 
Didst  bear  Thy  misery. 

961,     CM.  \iSsSt 

1  Welcome,  0  Saviour  !  to  my  heart ; 

Possess  Thine  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  Thine  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake  ; 

To  Thee  I  all  resign  ; 
My  longing  heart,  0  Jesus  !  take, 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 

3  0  may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  Thy  bosom  flee  ! 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide  ; 
I  give  it  all  to  Thee. 

%m.    L.  M.  {£&& 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 

That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine  ; 

239 


262.  HYMNS   OF    CHRIST. 

That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  0  Son  of  God  ! 

2  0,  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light? 

0,  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  0,  who  like  Thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  The  bending  angels  stooped  to  see 
The  lisping  infant  clasp  Thy  knee, 
And  smile,  as  in  a  father's  eye, 
Upon  Thy  mild  divinity. 

5  And  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee  ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

6  0,  in  Thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God ! 

240 


HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  263. 

StlcSo        CM.  \  chesterfield. 

1  0  Jesus  !  Light  of  all  below  ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire  ! 
Surpassing  all  -the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire. 

2  0  Jesus  !  Thou  the  beauty  art 

Of  angel  worlds  above  ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

3  Poor  souls,  that  know  not  how  to  love, 

They  feel  not  Jesus  near  ; 
And  they  who  know  not  how  to  love 
Still  less  know  how  to  fear. 

4  The  majesty  of  God  ne'er  broke 

On  them,  like  fire  at  night, 
Flooding  their  stricken  souls,  while  they 
Lay  trembling  in  the  light. 

5  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 
16  241 


264.  HYMNS   OF    CHRIST. 

264.     CM.  p-AJf 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  0  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled  ; 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  ! 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 
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HYMNS   OF   CHRIST.        265,  286. 

^SM3.       1j.    1V1.  {Shepherd. 

1  Jesus  !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All ! 

How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought, 
And  how  revere  this  wondrous  gift, 
So  far  surpassing  hope  or  thought  ? 

2  0  earth !  grow  flowers  beneath  His  feet ; 

And  thou,  0  sun!  shine  bright  this 

day. 
He  comes !   He  comes !   0   heaven  on 

earth  ! 
Our  Jesus  comes  upon  His  way. 

3  He  comes  !    He  comes !    the  Lord   of 

Hosts, 
Borne  on  His  throne  triumphantly  ! 
We  see  Thee,  and  we  know  Thee,  Lord, 
And  yearn  to  shed  our  blood  for  Thee. 

4  Our  hearts  leap  up  ;   our  trembling  song 

Grows  fainter  still ;   we  can  no  more  : 
Silence !  and  let  us  weep,  and  die 
Of  very  love,  while  we  adore. 

366.    CM.  \f,g^t 

1  Jesus  !  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend  ; 
As  such  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
243 


266.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

Now,  in  the  fulness  of  Thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace  ; 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
And,  then,  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 

1  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 

While  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty  —  I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation  's  free  ; 
Then,  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  0  my  dear  Redeemer-God, 
I  pray,  remember  me  ! 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.       267,  268. 


*«•'       L.    M.  |  KothVell! 

Thou  art  the  Way ;  and  he  who  sighs, 
Amid  this  starless  waste  of  woe, 

To  find  a  pathway  to  the  skies, 

A  light  from  heaven's  eternal  glow, 

By  Thee  must  come,  Thou  Gate  of  love, 
Through  which  the  saints  undoubting 
trod, 

Till  faith  discovers,  like  the  dove, 
An  ark,  a  resting-place  in  God. 


26£.    L.  M.  Pwcarf 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 
245 


269,  270.      HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 


269.    L.  M.  {*•&» 

1  None  loves  me,  Saviour,  with  Thy  love, 

None  else  can  meet  such  needs  as 
mine  ; 
0  grant  me,  as  Thou  shalt  approve, 
All  that  befits  a  child  of  Thine  ! 

2  Give  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail, 

One  that  shall  always  work  by  love  ; 
And  then,  whatever  foes  assail, 

They  shall  but  higher  courage  move  ; 

3  A  heart  that,  when  my  days  are  glad, 

May  never  from  Thy  way  decline ; 
A  heart  that  loves  to  trust  in  Thee  ; 
A  patient  heart,  create  in  me  ! 


270«        OS   &   7S.     }  Mary  at  the  Cross. 

At  the  cross  her  station  keeping, 
Stood  the  mournful  mother  weeping, 

Close  to  Jesus  to  the  last  : 
Through  her  heart,  His  sorrow  sharing, 
All  His  bitter  anguish  bearing, 

Now  at  length  the  sword  had  passed. 
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HYMNS    OF   CHRIST.  27L 

0  how  sad  and  sore  distressed, 
Was  that  mother,  highly  blest, 

Of  the  sole-begotten  One  ! 
Christ  above  in  torment  hangs  ! 
She  beneath  beholds  the  pangs 

Of  her  dying,  glorious  Son. 

Let  me  mingle  tears  with  thee, 
Mourning  Plim  who  mourned  for  me, 

All  the  days  that  I  may  live  ; 
By  the  cross  with  Him  to  stay, 
There  with  thee  to  weep  and  pray, 

Is  all  I  ask  of  Christ  to  give. 


6^TB       D    M       *     p.c.  i8o. 

-**&  fl  •       \J.    JJX.         }  Amazing  Gracfl 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Ilonor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  that  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

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272.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

3  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


272.    L.  M.  l£c- 


Brentford. 


1  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 

While  soldiers  scoff,  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah  !  look,  how  patiently  He  hangs  — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

2  What  was  Thy  crime,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 

By  earth,  by  heaven,  Thou  hast  been 
tried, 
And  guilty  found  of  too  much  love  ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  I 

3  Found  guilty  of  excess  of  love  ! 

It  was  Thine  own  sweet  will  that  tied 
Thee  tighter  far  than  helpless  nails ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

4  0  break,  0  break,  hard  heart  of  mine  ! 

Thy  weak  self-love  and  guilty  pride 

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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  273. 

His  Pilate  and  his  Judas  were  ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears  — 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  ; 

A  broken  heart  love's  cradle  is  ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 


^TS,       (j.    M.         \  Amazing  Grace. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear,  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
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274.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

Redeeming-  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  '11  sing-  Thy  power  to  save, 

When  this  poor,   lisping,   stammering 
tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

ST4.     CM.  jS££ 

1  He,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  the  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  an  unerring  skill, 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  His  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumbered   sound   His 

praise 
In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  His  ways, 
And  glory  in  His  love. 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
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HYMNS   OF    CHRIST.  275. 

To  this  almighty  Rock  they  run, 
And  find  a  pleasant  shade.  " 

How  glorious  He  !  how  happy  they 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 

And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

*«"•        C.   M.         |  Amazing  Grace. 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
0  may  His  love  — immortal  flame  — 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach ! 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 

In  wonder  dies  away. 

Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  Thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 

Till  strangers  love  Thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song  ! 
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276.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 


S76.    CM.  \IS& 

1  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

0  everlasting  Lord  ! 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

2  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  0  Lord  ! 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee  ; 

No  mother,  half  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me,  Thy  sinful  child. 

4  Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God  — 

0  what  a  joy  it  is  ! 
To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the 
name, 
Earth  has  no  higher  bliss  ! 

5  Father  of  Jesus  !  love's  reward  ! 

What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze  and  gaze  on  Thee. 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.        277,  278. 

S77.     L.  M.    6  lines.       {g£2S 
Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine  ; 
And,  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 

Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain  ; 
The  med'cine  of  my  broken  heart  ; 

In  war,  my  peace  :  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power  ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light  in  Satan's  darkest  hour  ; 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable  ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 


278.     L.  M.     6  lines. 


P.  C.  170. 
Dresden. 


1  My  Saviour,  Thou  Thy  love  to  me, 

In   want,   in   pain,    in    shame,    hast 
shotvn  ; 

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278.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

For  me  upon  the  accursed  tree, 

Didst  by  Thy  precious  death  atone  ; 
Thy  death  upon  my  heart  impress, 
That  nothing  may  it  thence  erase. 

2  0  that  I,  like  a  little  child, 

May  follow  Thee  ;  nor  ever  rest 
Till  sweetly  Thou  hast  poured  Thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breast ! 
0  may  I  now  and  ever  be 
One  spirit,  dearest  Lord,  with  Thee ! 

3  What  in  Thy  love  possess  I  not  ? 

My  star  by  night,  my  sun  by  day, 
My  spring  of  life  when  parched  with 
drought ; 

My  wine  to  cheer,  my  bread  to  stay ; 
My  strength,  my  shield,  my  safe  abode  ; 
My  robe  before  the  throne  of  God. 

4  From  all  eternity  with  love 

Unchangeable  Thou  hast  me  viewed  ;. 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move, 

Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued. 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  279. 

279.    L.  M.     6  lines.      [£££ 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  de- 
clare ; 

0  knit  m3r  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 

Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone,  I  am  ; 

Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

0  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell,  but  Thy  pure  love  alone  ! 

0  may  Thy  love  possess  me  whole  — 
My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  ! 

Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove ; 

My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love 

Unwearied  may  I  this  pursue  ; 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prize  aspire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire  ; 
And  day  and  night,  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  the  sacred  treasure  there. 

In  suffering  be  Thy  love  my  peace  ; 

In  weakness  be  Thy  love  my  power  ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus,  in  that  important  hour, 

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280.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

In  death,  as  life,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died. 


2§@.        L.    M.  \  Varf- 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His   kingdom    stretch   from    shore    to 

shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made,. 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 
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HYMNS    OF   CHRIST.  281. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  their  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  amen. 

281.     L.M.  {*&?■ 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
Jesus,  Thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 

Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
And  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 

While  I  am  held  in  Thine  embrace 
There  's  not  a  thought  attempts  to 
rove  ; 

Each  smile  He  wears  upon  His  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  my  love. 

While  of  Thy  absence  we  complain, 
And  long,  and  weep,  in  all  we  do, 

There  ;s  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness 
too. 

If  He  withdraws  a  moment's  space, 
He  leaves  a  sacred  pledge  behind  ; 

Here  in  this  breast  His  image  stays, 
The  grief  and  comfort  of  my  mind. 
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282.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

5  When  round  Thy  courts  by  day  I  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  my  Love, 
His  very  name  creates  delight. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  but  rather  come  ! 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  Thy  face  ; 
'T  is  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  His  grace. 


p.  r.  102. 

Wure. 


282.    L.  M. 

1  'T  is  not  the  skill  of  human  art, 

Which  gives  me  power  my  God  to 
know ; 
The  sacred  lessons  of  the  heart 
Come  not  from  instruments  below. 

2  Love  is  my  teacher  ;  He  can  tell 

The  wonders  that  He  learnt  above ; 
No  other  Master  knows  so  well  ; 
?Tis  Love  alone  can  tell  of  Love. 

3  Love  is  my  Master ;  when  it  breaks, 

The  morning  light,  with  rising  ray, 
To  Thee,  0  God  !*  my  spirit  wakes, 
And  Love  instructs  it  all  the  day. 
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HYMNS    OF   CHRIST.  283. 

4  And  when  the  gleams  of  clay  retire, 
And  midnight  spreads  its  dark  con- 
trol, 
Love's  secret  whispers  still  inspire 
Their  holy  lessons  in  the  soul. 

2§3.    CM.  |gkoc-vS; 

1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erllow. " 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 
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284.  HYMNS   OF   CHRIST. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

SS4.     CM.  ^3 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 

And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth   not   each    pulse    with    pleasu 
bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

6  Would   not   my   heart   pour  forth   its 
blood 
In  honor  of  Thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ? 
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HYMNS    OP    CHRIST.  285. 

4  Thou   knowest   I   love   Thee,    dearest 
Lord  ; 
But,  0,  I  long*  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more  ! 

285.     7s.  f*^» 

1  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground  — 

Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  ! 
Still  in  Thee  let  me  be  found, 

Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Fountain  of  overflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  Thy  fulness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  !  " 

3  Firmly  trusting  in  Thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound  ; 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 
Part  from  Thee,  my  ravished  soul. 
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286.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

5  Thus,  0  thus,  an  entrance  give 
•To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ! 
Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 
Let  me  know  it  "gain  to  die." 

^^6%         7«s   Ar   fi<5      *  P.  C.  282. 

«a&H$.        li3*Db.    JChjistus  Consolator. 

1  Jesus,  my  God,  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  celestial  favor 

Is  my  supreme  delight ; 
The  more  my  woes  oppress  me 
The  more  do  Thou  possess  me, 

With  Thy  all-heavenly  might. 

2  Whene'er  my  heart  is  broken, 
Before  my  grief  is  spoken, 

God  pities  my  complaint ; 
And  though  lie  might  reject  me, 
He  kindly  does  protect  me, 

Lest  all  my  courage  faint. 

3  0  Jesus,  my  sweet  Saviour  ! 
Soon  Thy  celestial  favor 

SI i all  be  my  sole  delight ; 
With  seraphs  I  '11  adore  Thee, 
And  cast  my  crown  before  Thee, 

Around  Thy  throne  of  light. 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  287. 

*?^T  *7a  5       P.  C.  261. 

&  ©  #  »        <  b .  f  Pleyel's  Hymn. 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

Boundless  love  in  Thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name  ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
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288.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


-*8"«       ti.   M.  \  chalcedony. 

1  Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen, 

Since  on  Thine  arm  Thou  bidst  me  lean, 
Help  me  throughout  life's  varying'  scene 
By  faith  to  cling  alone  to  Thee. 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  Thou  wilt,  I  '11  ne'er  repine  ; 
E'en  as  the  branches  to  the  vine 

My  fainting  soul  would  cling  to  Thee  ! 

3  Far  from  her  home,  fatigued,  opprest, 
Here  she  has  found  her  place  of  rest  ;• 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest 

While  she  can  closely  cling  to  Thee  ! 
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HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  289. 

4  Oft,  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Some  barren  waste  with   thorns  over- 
grown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  tenderest  tone, 


Still  whispers  softly,  "  Chug- 1 


o  me 


t  » 


Though  faith  and  hope  may  oft  be  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside. 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 
The  soul  that  only  clings  to  Thee  ! 

S89.     8s,  Ts,  &  4s.        {Sag 

Hail,  thou  happy  morn,  so  glorious  ! 
Come,    ye  saints,    your   griefs    give 
o'er ; 
Sing  how  Jesus  rose  victorious, 
By  His  own  almighty  power. 

Hallelujah ! 
To  the  glorious  Son  of  God. 

Countless  bands  of  angels  glorious, 
Clothed  in  bright,  ethereal  blue  ; 
Straight  the  sound  of  Christ  victorious 
From  their  silver  trumpets  flew  ; 

Christ  triumphant 
Kises,  Conqueror  o'er  the  tomb. 
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290.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

3  Is  that  He  who  died  on  Calvary  ; 

Who  was  pierced  with  many  a  spear  ? 
Clad  with  countless  suns  of  glory, 
See,  He  rises  through  the  air  ! 

Hallelujah  ! 
Zion's  mourner,  now  rejoice. 

4  Tremble,  ye  who  Him  rejected  ; 

Lo  !  He  breaks  through  yonder  cloud ; 
Rise,  ye  saints,  and  shout,  triumphant, 
Victory  through  Jesus7  blood  ! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet 
Sounds  the  resurrection  morn. 

290.       8S,   7S,   &4S.  j$£» 

1  Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious  ; 

See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 

Every  knee  to  "Him  shall  bow. 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ! 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  crown  Him ! 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
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HYMNS   OF   CHRIST.  £91. 

While  the  heavenly  concert  rings. 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ! 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings  ! 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name. 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame  ! 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ; 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords; 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
0  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him, 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 

291.     8s&7s.  ^ecsi£ 

1  Hark  !   ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 
See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth. 
267 


292.  HYMNS    OF   CHRIST. 

Lord  of  life,  Thy  smile  enlightens, 
Cheers,  and    charms   Thy  saints  on 
earth  ! 
When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  Glory,  reign  forever ; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ! 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine 
own  ; 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing; 

Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we  '11  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 


293.     CM.  {5£J 

1  Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  High  Priest  above, 
And  celebrate  His  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

268 


HYMNS   OF  CHRIST.  293. 

2  The  names  of  all  His  saints  He  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  His  heart ; 
Nor  shall  a  name  once  treasured  there 
E'er  from  His  care  depart. 

3  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When    gems,    and    monuments,    and 
crowns, 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

4  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  Thy  dear  name  be  worn  ; 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 


«<I»f>  a       TVf  J    P.  C.  92. 

~>*y»».        O.     i.U.  $  Empyrean. 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 

Upon  His  heavenly  seat ; 
The  kingly  crown  is  on  His  brow, 

The  saints  are  at  His  feet. 

In  shining  white  they  stand  — 
A  great  and  countless  throng  ; 

A  palmy  sceptre  in  each  hand, 
On  every  lip  a  song. 
269 


294.  HYMNS    OF    CHRIST. 

3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Once  slain  on  earth  for  them  ; 
The  Lamb,  through  whose  atoning  blood 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

i.  Thy  grace,  0  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  blessed  help  supp-ly, 
That  we  may  join  that  radiant  host, 
Triumphant  in  the  sky. 


994.    L.  M.  Ififcft^ 

1  Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

270 


HYMNS    OF    CHRIST.  295. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
'  Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 

And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

395.     C.  M.  ?&# 

1  Jesus,  my  constant  Friend  Thou  art ; 

My  constant  Saviour,  Thou  ; 
0  fill  this  lorn  and  lonely  heart 
With  Thy  pure  presence  now  ! 

2  Thy  steps  have  long  enchanted  earth, 

And  now  from  earth  to  die 
Were  but  the  pang  that  marked  my  birth 
To  Thine  own  home  on  high. 

S  If  bright  the  world  where  Thou  canst 
deign, 
Though  veiled,  to  visit  me  ; 
If  glows  the  temple  with  Thy  train, 
What  must  the  Holiest  be  ? 
271 


298.  HYMNS   OP   CH1UST. 


396.    8s.  \rgff 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 

0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne  ! 
My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love  ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore  ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  ; 

2  Dissolve  Thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee, 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 
When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glories  1  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  mo«re,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline  ; 

3  0,  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me   Thy   brightness    be 
poured  ; 

1  shall  meet  Him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

272 


HYMNS    OF   CHRIST.  297. 

And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 

Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 


297.     10s  &  lis.         \%c-af 

1  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  His  wonderful  name  ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious  ;  He  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 

And  still  He  is  nigh  :  His  presence  we  have  ; 
The  great  congregation  ills  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  ; 

The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  Him  His  right  — 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might  ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

18  273 


298.         HYMNS    OF   CONSOLATION. 
HYMNS  OF  CONSOLATION. 

OOfi  Yd  J   P.  C.  147. 

/««JC5.         IB.  iBencvento. 

1  'T  is  my  happiness  below 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall  ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all  — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 

Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil ; 
These  spring  up,  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil. 


Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  His  feet, 

Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 
274 


! 


HYMNS   OF   CONSOLATION.  299. 


299.    0.  M.  {***>«■ 

1  Amidst  thy  wrath,  remember  love  ; 

Restore  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  to  atone. 

3  All  my  desire  to  Thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 
And  every  sigh  and  every  groan 
Is  noticed  by  Thine  ear. 

4  But  I  '11  confess  my  guilt  to  Thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin ; 
I  '11  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
And  beg  support  divine. 

5  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
0  Lord  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
Before  Thy  servant  die  ! 

275 


300.         HYMNS    OF   CONSOLATION. 


300.     C.  M.  {££# 

1  Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case  — 

For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  show  Thy  face 
In  mercy,  or  I  die  ! 

2  Save  me,  for  none  beside  can  save  ; 

At  Thy  command  I  tread, 
With  failing  steps,  life's  stormy  wave  ; 
The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 

3  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just ; 

But  wilt  Thou  leave  me  ?  —  No  ! 
I  hold  Thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
I  will  not  let  Thee. go. 


4  To  Thee,  Thee  only,  will  I  cleave  ; 
Thy  word  is  all  my  plea ; 
That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe ; 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me  ! 


301.     C.  M.  PiSVr^ 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
276 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.         802. 

Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shade  prevailed, 


His  love  was  all  my  son 


3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  His  glory  shine  ; 
And,  when  I  read  His  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And,  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour !  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  Thy  mercy  cannot  fail  — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

&©2.     C.  P.  M.  {*£«£' 

1  0  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee  — 
If  we  from  self  could  rest, 

277 


302.         HYMNS   OF   CONSOLATION. 

And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 
Is  working  for  the  best ! 

2  How  far  from  this  onr  daily  life, 
Ever  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden,  wild  alarms  ! 
0,  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thy  almighty  arms  ! 

3  Could  we  but  keel,  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer, 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear ! 

4  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lesson  learn  from  birds  and  flowers  ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease  — 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 
278 


HYMNS   OF   CONSOLATION.         303. 

SOS.     L.  M.  {££,& 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless 
days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star. 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend? 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  1 7ve  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain  — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
And  0  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

279 


304,  305.     HYMNS   OF   CONSOLATION. 

304.     CM.  JJ&2S 

1  My  Saviour,  can  I  follow  Thee 

When  all  is  dark  before  ? 
While  midnight  rests  upon  the  sea 
How  can  I  reach  the  shore  ? 

2  0  let  Thy  star  of  love  but  shine, 

Though  with  the  faintest  ray  ; 
'Twill  gild  with  light  the  foaming  brine, 
And  light  my  stormy  way. 

3  Then  gladly  will  I  fc^ow  Thee, 

Though  hurricanes  appear ; 
Singing  with  rapture  o'er  the  sea, 
"  What  can  I  have  to  fear  ?  " 


305.     CM.  \%£&t 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet ; 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea ; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 
•280 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.        306. 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  Him  "  Thou  hast  died." 

5  0  wondrous  Love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name  ! 

sm.   cm.         p^f 

1  The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain  ; 

Insensible  as  steel  : 
If  aught  is  felt,  Jt  is  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

281 


307.  HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION. 

3  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few ; 

Fain  would  I  strive  for  more  ; 
But,  when  1  cry,  "My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  the  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 


5  0,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache 
Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be  ! 


307.     CM.  P^f 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 


Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
0  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

282 


n 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.         308. 

3  Almighty  grace  !  Thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine  ! 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
0  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more  ! 


308.   p.m.         jLSiX 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  His  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  His  blood  ! 

283 


309.         HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION. 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head, 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care  ; 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

309.    S.M.         lAVa 

1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell  — 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear  ; 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  He  may  a  while  forbear, 
He  '11  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  His  nature,  truth,  and  love, 

Engage  Him  on  their  side  ; 
When  they  are  grieved,  His  bowels 
move, 
And  can  they  be  denied  ? 
284 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.         310. 

Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  praj^er  ; 

He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 


310.     S.  M.  t&S-S*. 

1  My  Father  bids  me  come  ; 

0,  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  yet  from  Him  1  stay  ! 

2  Father,  the  hindrance  show 

Which  I  have  failed  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  far  from  Thee. 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trying  powers  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine  ; 
Take  every  veil  away. 

4  In  me  the  hindrance  lies  ; 

The  fatal  bar  remove, 
And  let  me  see,  in  sweet  surprise, 
Thy  full  redeeming  love. 

285 


311,  312.       HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION. 

»>!!•        D.    M.  <  Dunbar." 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  Eock 

That 's  high  above*my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade  ! 

3  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I  '11  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


312.        L.   M.  \  Daybreak'. 

0  Lord,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  guide  me  all  my  days, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

286 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.  313. 

2  In  whom  but  Thee,  in  heaven  above, 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee  ? 

3  My  flesh  is  hastening  to  decay  ; 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  passed  away; 
And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail 
When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall 
fail? 

4  But  0,  my  Saviour !  be  Thou  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  when  I  die  ; 
My  strength,  my  portion  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine. 


313.    L.  M.  \Xff- 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  — 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea  ; 

Yet,  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  Me." 

It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
0,  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to 
Me  ! " 

287 


314.  HYMNS    OF   CONSOLATICU. 


art 


3  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see 

When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 

A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  Me.; 

4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping-  eye 

I  am  thy  portion,  "  Come  to  Me." 

5  0  voice  of  mercy,  voice  of  love  ! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above, 
And  gently  whisper,  "Come  to  Me." 


314.       CM.  { Lane'sborough. 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 

Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 

So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 

And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

288 


HYMNS    OF    CONSOLATION.  315. 

3  I  Ve  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power 

Through  all  Thy  temple  shine  : 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine  ! 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  Thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

315.     S.  M.  j£/ri 

1  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  His  forgiving  love 
19  289 


316.  CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  His  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 


HYMNS  OF    CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

«*^W.        lb.  jRosefield. 

1  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found  : 

2  Now  to  }rou  my  spirit  turns  — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest : 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
0  receive  me  into  rest! 

3  Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
290 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.  317, 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore ; 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  nry  soul  no  more  ; 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

sir.  s.  m.       i%2SL 

1  I  love  TI137  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

The  house  of  Thine  abode  ; 
The  church,  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  0  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways  ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows,, 
Her  hymns,  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King  ! 
291 


318,319.  CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

318.        7S.  \  Wilinot.* 

1  Come,  Desire  of  nations  !  come  ; 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  ; 
Come,  and  take  us  to  Thy  side. 

2  Plant  Thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  ; 
Glorious  in  Thy  saints  appear  ; 
Speak  the  sacred  number  sealed  ; 
Speak  the  mystery  revealed. 

3  Take  to  Thee  Thy  royal  power ; 
Reign,  when  sin  shall  be  no  more  ; 
Reign,  when  death  no  more  shall  be  ; 
Reign  to  all  eternity  ! 

819.     S.  M.  \^£- 

1  And  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  each  other's  face  ? 

292 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.  320. 

Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 
For  His  redeeming  grace. 

What  troubles  have  we  seen, 
What  conflicts  have  we  past, 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Since  we  assembled  last ! 

But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  His  love  ; 
And  still  He  doth  His  help  afford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 

Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  His  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more. 

Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

320.     CM.  {%££ 

1  Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 
That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off'  remove  — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

293 


321.  CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 

2  Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  He  appoints,  we  go  ; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  His  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart ; 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  ; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  we  shall  part  no  more. 

3fc*I.       S.    M.  {watchman. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
294 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.  322. 

And  often  for  e.ach  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder- part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

32S.     CM.  f^S*- 

1  How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  fear  the  Lord 
In  mutual  love  and  peace  unite, 
And  thus  fulfil  His  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ; 

295 


323.  CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 

3  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flows, 
And  union  sweet,  with  fond  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  ?s  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  filled  with  love. 


*>t5«Io        L.    M.  \  Beethoven 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while. 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  on  Thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  Thy  word 


' 


From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat 
That   we    may  here    converse  with 
Thee: 

Ah  !  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven  "  be. 

11  Chief  of  ten  thousand  !  "  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  see  Thy  face  ; 

0  speak,  that  we  Thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  Thy  presence  fill  this  place  ! 

296 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.    324,  325. 

334.     L.  M.  jpSfcJo. 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  ; 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord,  Thy  guests  away ! 

Longhave  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain  ; 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long   have    our   souls   been   tempest- 
tossed  ; 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay  ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord,  Thy  guests  away ! 

325.    ILM.  {5&S 

1  One  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord,  below,  above  — 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

Only  one  watchword  —  love. 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne  — 
297 


326.    Christ's  kingdom  on  earth. 

The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 
Redeemer,  Lord  alone  ! 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  spring, 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 

3  Head  of  Thy  church  beneath  — 

The  catholic,  the  true  — 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 

Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


CHRIST'S  KINGDOM  ON  EARTH. 

&*6.     ?s&6s.  SVebb1.6- 

1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
208 


CHRIST'S  KINGDOM   ON  EARTH.    327. 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  ; 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


$%7.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.        {*'&£?• 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ! 

Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And,  from  the  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day . 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
299 


328, 329.   Christ's  kingdom  on  earth. 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 

398.     8s,  Mi  &  4s.        \v-zl™- 

1  Yes  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  His  word  in  every  land  ; 

God  is  speaking  — . 
Darkness  flies  at  His  command. 

2  With  the  voice  of  joy  and  singing 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray  ; 
Lo  !  the  blessed  day-star,  bringing 
O'er  the  earth  a  glorious  day  ! 

At  his  rising, 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away. 

32®.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.        \r-££f- 

1  Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded  — 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  ; 

All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 

Though  the  world  in  arms  combine: 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 
300 


Christ's  kingdom  on  earth.  330. 

Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 
But  no  changes 

Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
Thence    to   bring    thee    forth    more 
bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight ; 

God  is  with  thee  — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 


330.     C.  M.  J*S 


Medina. 


0,  city  of  the  Lord !  begin 

The  universal  song  ; 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 

The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afar 
Lift  up  the  lonely  voice  ; 

And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock 
In  accent  rude  rejoice. 
301 


331.    CHRIST'S   KINGDOM   ON   EARTH. 

3  0,  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands, 

To  our  Jehovah  sing ; 
And  joyful,  from  the  mountain-tops, 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  King  ! 

4  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord, 

The  Saviour's  glories  raise  ; 
Till  in  the  earth's  remotest  bounds 
The  nations  sound  His  praise. 

331.     L.  M.     Peculiar.      f*£3i 

1  Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 

Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  His  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail,  Jesus  !  all-victorious  Lord ! 
Be  Thou  by  all  mankind  adored  ! 
For  us  didst  Thou  the  fight  maintain, 
And  o'er  our  foes  the  victory  gain, 
That  we  with  Thee  might  ever  reign 

In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on ! 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 

•      302 


Christ's  kingdom  on  earth.  332. 

Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  His  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear, 
In  endless  day. 

There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join 
With  saints  and  angels,  all  combine 
To  sing  of  His  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 

&&2,       *7S   &  6S.     \  Missio'nar/llymn. 

1  Now  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurled  ; 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 

Reechoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

0  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  favor, 
Each  ransomed  captive  sings  ; 
303 


333.  Christ's  kingdom  on  earth. 

The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting* ; 

The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise  ; 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

333.        IS  &  6S.     [Missionary H^mH. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  onty  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone  ! 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
304 


CHRIST'S   KINGDOM    ON   EARTH.   334. 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ■? 
Salvation,  0  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

334.    CM.  ftftff 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise  ! 

Rise  and  assert  Thy  sway  ; 
Till  earth  subdued,  its  tribute  bring, 

And  distant  lands  obey. 

Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride ! 

Till  all  Thy  foes  submit ; 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 

Their  trophies  at  Thy  feet. 
20  305 


335.    CHRIST'S   KINGDOM   ON   EARTH. 


Send  forth  Thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 
This  spacious  earth  around  ; 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 


. 


From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ; 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 

Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 


335.     7s  &  6s. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
306 


?.  C.  S16. 
Webb. 


ON  EARTH.    335. 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 

Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  and  joy,  lilft  flowers,    . 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  Him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing  — 

A  kingdom  without  end  ; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 
307 


336.      DEATH  AND  HEAYEN. 

DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

336.  CM.     pjfi-fc 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
•To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  resl 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  we,  too,  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

308 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN*      337. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ! 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  ! 


3§7.    L.  M.  \ 


P.  C.  344. 


1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  d}nng  Son. 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest 

the  bed  : 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne- 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the 

shade  1 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  f 

Attend,  0  earth,  His  sovereign  word  ! 
Restore  thy  trust !  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 
309 


338.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 


338.    S.M.  ft&ffi 

1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  —  how  poor  a  trifle  't  is, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
;Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

■3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay ; 
■Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping*  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

.5  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 
310 


DEATH   AND    HEAVEN.    339,  340. 

339.    CM.  \*b&™- 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

3  Then,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

4  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  ; 
The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 

34®.     C.  M.  piecph^ 

1  Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for 
those 
Who  safe  arrive  on  Canaan's  shores  ? 
Released  from  all  their  hurtful  foes, 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 
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341.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 


2  How  many  painful  days  on  earth 

Their  fainting  spirits  numbered  o'er ! 
Now  they  enjoy  a  heavenly  birth  : 
They  are  not  lost  but  gone  before. 

3  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 

And  sweet  the  strain  which  angels 
pour  ; 
0  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

341.     C.  M.  {*&£* 

1  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the 

clouds 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

2  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake  ; 
The  graves   shall  yield   their   ancient 
charge  ; 
While  earth's  foundations  shake. 

3  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high  ; 
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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      342. 

The  heavenly  hosts,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

4  A  few  short  years  of  exile  past, 
We  reach  the  happy  shore  ; 
Where  death-divided  friends,  at  last, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

342.    S.  M.  PjU? 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done  ! 

Thy  glorious  warfare  's  past ; 
The  battle  ?s  fought,  the  race  is  won, 
And  thou  art  crowned  at  last. 

2  In  condescending  love, 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  He  heard  ; 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 
To  thy  complete  reward. 

3  With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 

Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim, 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry  — 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 

4  0  happy,  happy  soul ! 

In  ecstasies  of  praise, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll, 

Thou  seest  thy  Saviour's  face. 
S13 


343.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

5  Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 
Ah  !  when  shall  we  ascend, 
And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 
With  our  translated  friend  ? 


343.    CM.  {*£by 

1  How  happy  they,  who,  safely  housed, 

To  Jesus'  bosom  fly  ; 
Before  the  storm  of  wrath  is  roused, 
0  happy  they  who  die  ! 

2  The  fury  of  conflicting  waves 

Their  sleep  shall  not  surprise ; 
It  ruffles  not  their  quiet  graves, 
It  reaches  not  their  skies. 

3  Care,  pain,  and  grief,  the  wild  array 

Of  sorrows  felt  below  ; 
The  dread  of  trials'  fiery  day, 
Of  persecutions'  glow  ; 

4  All,  all  is  o'er  with  those  at  rest, 

For  Jesus'  sake  forgiven  ! 
No  heaving  of  the  anxious  breast, 
No  sickening  fear,  in  heaven  ! 
814 


♦ 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      344. 

Why  linger,  then,  with  strange  desire, 
Where  reeks  the  deadly  strife  ; 

And  shrink,  unwilling  to  retire 
To  everlasting  life  ? 


344.     8s  &  W"  ligJSt 

1  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  through    night's    deepening 
shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  His  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness,  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  woe  intruding, 
Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 
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345,  346.      DEATH   AND    HEAVEN. 

345.     C.  M.  pjffl* 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Young  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  while  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death, 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  paths  and  sad  the  bowers 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone  ; 
But  0,  a  brighter  home  than  ours, 
In  heaven,  is  now  thine  own  ! 

34©.     S.  H.  M.  g&g 

1  Friend  after  friend  departs  : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
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DEATH  AND  HEAYEN.      347. 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath  ; 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 

A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 

And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 

Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night  — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own 
light. 

347.     CM.         fwMtfS 


Walnut  Hilla. 


Few,  few,  and  evil  are  thy  days, 
Man',  of  a  woman  born  ! 

Peril  and  trouble  haunt  thy  ways. 
Forth,  like  a  flower  at  morn, 
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348.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

The  tender  infant  springs  to  light ; 

Youth  blossoms  to  the  breeze  ; 
Age,  withering  age,  is  cropt  ere  night ; 

Man,  like  a  shadow,  flees. 

2  And  dost  thou  look  on  such  a  one  ? 

Will  God  to  judgment  call 
A  worm,  for  what  a  worm  hath  done 

Against  the  Lord  of  all  ?  — 
As  fail  the  waters  from  the  deep, 

As  summer-brooks  run  dry, 
Man  lieth  down  in  dreamless  sleep  ; 

His  life  is  vanity. 

3  Man  lieth  down,  no  more  to  wake, 

Till  yonder  arching  sphere 
Shall  with  a  roll  of  thunder  break, 

And  nature  disappear. 
0  hide  me  till  Thy  wrath  be  past, 

Thou,  who  canst  slay  or  save  ! 
Hide  me  where  hope  may  anchor  fast 

In  my  Redeemer's  grave. 


348.    S.  M.  H&F- 


0  spirit,  freed  from  earth, 
Rejoice,  thy  work  is  done  ! 
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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      349. 

The  weary  world  7s  beneath  thy  feet, 
Thou  brighter  than  the  sun  ! 

2  Arise,  put  on  the  robes 

That  the  redeemed  win  ; 
Now  sorrow  hath  no  part  in  thee, 
Thou  sanctified  within  ! 

3  Awake,  and  breathe  the  air 

Of  the  celestial  clime  ! 
Awake  to  love  which  knows  no  change, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  time  ! 

4  Awake,  lift  up  thine  eyes  ! 

See,  all  heaven's  host  appears  ! 
And  be  thou  glad  exceedingly, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  tears  ! 

5  Ascend  !  thou  art  not  now 

With  those  of  mortal  birth  ; 
The  living  God  hath  touched  thy  lips, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  earth  ! 


M9.     C.  M.  Pi&«* 


Barby. 


1  Another  hand  is  beckoning  us  ; 
Another  call  is  given  ; 
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350.  DEATH   AND   HEAVEN. 


And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled  ; 
That  He  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  His  child. 

3  Fold  her,  0  Father,  in  Thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  Thee  ! 

4  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

350.  ss&ts.   {isas* 

1  Lo  !  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking ; 
Those  who  slept  its  sleep  are  waking ; 

Heaven  opes  its  portals  fair ! 
Hark  !  the  harps  of  God  are  ringing, 
Hark !  the  seraph's  hymn  is  flinging 

Music  on  immortal  air. 

2  There,  no  more  at  eve  declining, 
Suns  without  a  cloud  are  shining 

O'er  the  land  of  life  and  love; 
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DEATH    AND    HEAVEN.  351. 

There  the  founts  of  life  are  flowing", 
Flowers  unknown  to  time  are  blowing 
In  that  radiant  scene  above. 

8  There  no  sigh  of  memory  swelleth  ; 
There  no  tear  of  misery  welleth  ; 

Hearts  will  bleed  or  break  no  more  ; 
Past  is  all  the  cold  world's  scorning, 
Gone  the  night,  and  broke  the  morning, 

Over  all  the  golden  shore. 

■351.        IS   &    6S.  SAms£Yda°m. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  see  His  glorious  face, 
21  321 


352.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

IJpward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 
3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 
.    Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
There  we  '11  join  the  heavenly  train, 

Welcomed  to  partake  the  bliss  ; 
Fly  from  sorrow,  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

353.     Ts.  pi£-4 

1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love. 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears. 

2  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise  — 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 
Happy  spirits,  ye  are  fled 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find 
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DEATH    AND    HEAVEN.  353. 

Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 
Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  ; 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ; 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow  in  eternal  rest. 

353.     CM.  \^™; 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

0,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 
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354.  DEATH   AND    HEAVEN. 

4  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I  'd  launch  away. 

331.     8s&7s.       jwK£r 

1  What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor  ; 

Soon  it  vanishes  away. 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper ; 

0,  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay  ? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 

2  See  that  glo^,  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 
Jesus  reigns,  the  King  of  saints. 
Why  not  spread,  &c. 
324 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      355. 

Joyful  crowds,  His  throne  surrounding', 

Sing  with  rapture  of  His  love  ; 
Through    the    heavens    His    praise  re- 
sounding, 
Filling  all  the  courts  above. 
Why  not  spread,  &c. 

Go  and  share  His  people's  glory'; 

'Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear  ; 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story  — 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear. 
Why  not  spread,  &c. 

355.     CM.  {*&£ 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
325 


356.  DEATH   AND    HEAVEN. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes, — ■ 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er,  — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore  ! 

t  356.     C.  II.  M.        |3a£&> 

1  Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease, 

Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er ; 
The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more  ; 
And  not  a  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 

2  Heaven  is  the  place  where  Jesus  dwells, 

And  pleads  His  dying  blood  ; 
While  to  His  prayers  His  Father  gives 
An  unknown  multitude, 
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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      357. 

Whose    harps    and    tongues,    through 

endless  days, 
Shall  crown  His  head  with  songs  of 

praise. 

Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love, 

Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die, 
And  ransomed  souls  above 

Enjoy,  before  their  Father's  throne, 

Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 

357,       C.    M.  J  Metropolis. 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden  souls, 

Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  travellers  through  the  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  ; 
Through  chilling  winds,   and  beating 
rain, 

And  waters  deep  and  cold, 
And  enemies  surrounding  you, 

Take  courage  and  be  bold  ! 

For  Canaan's  land  is  just  before  ; 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on  ; 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 
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358.  DEATH   AND    HEAVEN. 

Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land  ; 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heavenly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  stand. 

3  0  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  my  believing-  eyes  ! 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies  ; 
Bright  angels  whispering  me  away  — 

"  0  come,  my  brother,  come  ! " 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone 

To  my  eternal  home. 


358.       P.    M.  J  I'm' a  Pilgrim. 

1  I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowim 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ; 
0,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart 

is  there ! 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 
328 


DEATH    AND    HEAVEN.  359, 

3  There  's  the  city  to  which  I  journey  ; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying ! 

359.  is.        i*tr 

1  Who  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  riigfat  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain  ; 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
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360.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

Them,  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 
Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears  ; 

And  forever  from  their  eyes 
God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

360.     C.  M.         )i$£ 

1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long  ! 

'T  is  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blessed  Man  my  Saviour  sits  ; 

The  God  !  how  bright  He  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around, 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs  ; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

330 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      361. 

5  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit ; 
There  I  would  fain  have  place 
Among1  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  His  face. 

361.     L.  M.  l\c-^- 

1  0  happy  saints,  that  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  Jesus  clothed  in  white, 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore, 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 

2  Released  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  strife, 
Death  was  the  gate  to  endless  life  ; 
And   now   they   range    the    heavenly 

plains, 
And  sing  His  love  in  melting  strains. 

3  They  gaze  upon  His  beauteous  face, 
And  tell  the  wonders  of  His  grace  ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  raptures  sweet, 
Sink  down,  adoring,  at  His  feet. 

4  Ah,  Lord  !  with  faltering  steps  I  creep, 
And  sometimes   sing,   and    sometimes 

weep  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  in  heaven  to  prove 
The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 
331 


362.      DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

363.     CM.  f^fiJSL 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest  — 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants  — 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ? 

Before  my  ravished  eye 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise. 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ! 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 
332 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      363. 

0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear, 

And  worship  at  Thy  feet  ? 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

S6S.     8s  &  7s. 
My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
For  0,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand  ; 

Our  friends  are  passing  over  ; 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  distant  home  discerning  ; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
For  0,  we,  &c. 

Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 


364.  DEATH    AND    HEAVEN. 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
For  0,  we,  &c. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there  's  our 
home 
Forever,  0  forever ! 
For  0,  we,  &c. 

sm.  l.  m.       j&ajji 

1  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  ;  " 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight  ; 
Zion  its  name  —  the  Lord  is  there  ; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

2  0,  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 

Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are 
blest ! 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I  'd  flee  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

3  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine  ! 

The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best ; 
While  here,  to  do  His  will  be  mine 
And  His  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 
334 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.      385. 

365.     0s&4s.     UL^ILe. 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand  — 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
What  though  the  tempests  rage  ? 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
And  time's  wild,  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last  — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Therefore,  I  murmur  not  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
And  I  shall  surely  stand 
There  at  my  Lord's  right  hand  — 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
335 


366,  367.  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

360.     L.  M.  jg&jj* 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  't  is  enough  that  Thou  art  mine  ! 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  1  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  0  glorious  hour !  0  blest  abode  1 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joj'ful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

367.     fs&6s.         {&£& 

1  We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone  ; 
We  shall  meet  around  His  throne 
When  He  makes  His  people  one 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 
336 


DEATH    AND    HEAVEN.  368. 

0  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never  setting  Sun  ! 
0  trembling  morning  star  ! 

Our  journey 's  almost  done 
To  the  new  Jerusalem  ! 

0  holy,  heavenly  home  ! 

0  rest  eternal  there  ! 
When  shall  the  exiles  come 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care, 
In  the  new  Jerusalem  ? 

Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 
Those  mansions  fair  to  see  ; 

0  Lord,  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee 
To  the  new  Jerusalem  ! 

«$*» »  •        lOS.  \  christian  Victor. 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come  — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home  ! 
Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 
22  337 


369.  MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on  before  : 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore  ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  thro'  death's  chilling  gloom 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome  — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war,  lay  me  low ; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors  !  I  fear  not  the  blow  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ! 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn  ; 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 
Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

*>%9q7.        1j.    1U.       }  Tallis' Evening  Hymn. 

0  blest  Creator  of  the  light ! 

Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness 
bring, 

And,  framing  nature's  depth  and  height; 
Didst  with  the  new-born  light  begin 
338 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  370. 

2  Who,  gently  blending-  eve  with  morn, 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them 
day ; 
Thick  flows  the  flood  of  darkness  down : 
0,  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray  ! 

3  Keep  Thou  our  souls  from  schemes  of 

crime  ; 
Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know  ; 
Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time, 
Into  eternal  darkness  go. 

4  Teach  us  to  knock   at  heaven's   high 

door  ; 
Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win  ; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor, 
And  purify  ourselves  within. 

3TO.       L.    M.  J  Night  Thought. 

1  Forth  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go, 

Our  daily  labor  to  pursue  ; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  we  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  Still  would  we  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 


371.  MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

Would  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

3  For  Thee  alone  we  would  employ 

Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath 
given  ; 
Would  run  our  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 

371.     L.  M.  j*^ 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  : 
Through    sleep    and    darkness    safely 

brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of 

heaven. 

3  Old  friends,  old  scenes  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some    softening    gleam    of    love    and 

pra3^er 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 
340 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  372. 

4  Only,  0  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above, 
And  help  us  this  and  every  day 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

S72.     C.  M.  fSStff 

1  When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray 

Breaks,  with  its  trembling  light, 
To  chase  the  pearly  dews  away,  — ■ 
Bright  tear-drops  of  the  night,  — 

2  My  heart,  0  Lord,  forgets  to  rove, 

But  rises,  gladly  free, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 
And  finds  its  home  in  Thee  ! 

3  When  evening's  silent  shades  descend, 

And  nature  sinks  to  rest, 
Still  to  my  Father  and  my  Friend 
My  wishes  are  addressed. 

4  Though  tears  may  dim  my  hours  of  joy, 

And  bid  my  pleasures  flee, 
Thou  reign 'st  where  grief  cannot  an- 
noy ; 
I  will  be  glad  in  Thee. 
341 


373.  MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

5  And  e'en  when  midnight's  solemn  gloom 

Above,  around  is  spread, 
Sweet  dreams  of  everlasting  bloom 
Are  hovering  o'er  my  head. 

6  I  dream  of  that  fair  land,  0  Lord, 

Where  all  Thy  saints  shall  be  ; 
I  wake  to  lean  upon  "Thy  word, 
And  still  delight  in  Thee  ! 


«•«»•       L.     M.       |  Tallis' EveningHymn. 

1  Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ! 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings  ! 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  Thy  judgment-day. 

342 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  374. 

4  0  let  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ! 
Sleep   which   shall  me  more  vigorous 

make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Be  Thou  my  Guardian,  while  I  sleep  ; 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  the  approach  of  ill. 

6  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  Thy  paternal  care  : 

;T  is  heaven  on  earth,  't  is  heaven  above, 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  love  ! 

374.       L.  M.    |  Tallis' Evening  Hymn. 

1  'T  is  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze, 
Fast  fading  from  our  wistful  gaze  ; 
Yon  mantling  cloud  has  hid  from  sight 
The  last  faint  pulse  of  quivering  light. 

2  Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear  ! 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near  ; 

0  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes  I 
343 


375.  MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

3  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

4  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

5  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

370.    CM.  [fi^S 

1  I  love  to  steal  a  while  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
344 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  376. 

My  cares  and  sorrows  all  to  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  And  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

37<S.     CM.  fSSJS 

1  Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! 

Begone,  disturbing  care  ! 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away, 
To  Him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence 

Before  His  throne  of  grace  ; 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  His  smiling  face  ! 

3  How  sweet,  through  long-remembered 

years, 
His  mercies  to  recall ; 
345 


377.  MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

And,  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs, 
and  fears, 
To  trust  His  love  for  all ! 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  Him  call  His  children  up 
To  His  fair  home  on  high  ! 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven, 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 

377.     CM.  i&SA 

1  Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray , 

I  am  forever  Thine  ; 
I  fear  before  Thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
S4G 


THE   SABBATH.  378. 

Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  Thy  grace  alone. 

Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to 
peace, 

I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  : 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


THE  SABBATH. 

d#C9«       CM.  \  Lanesborough. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumph  spread, 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  0  Lord  !  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  Thy  throne. 

347 


379.  THE   SABBATH. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  His  Father's  name 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  He  reigns 
Shall  give  Him  noble  praise. 

379.     C.  M.  S  E^tpoS. 

1  And  now  another  week  begins  ; 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  : 
This  day  He  rose,  who  bore  our  sins; 
For  so  His  word  records. 

2  Hark  !  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing  ! 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
And  welcome  Him  on  high. 

3  We  '11  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise  ;  ■ 

May  we  their  rapture  feel  ; 
Our  thankful    songs  with  theirs  we  '11 
raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 
348 


THE   SABBATH.  380. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  saints,  and  grateful  sing 

Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord  ; 
Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King ; 
Of  Christ,  the  incarnate  Word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  Thee  we  hail ! 

High  on  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We  '11  sing  Thy  matchless  love  ! 


380.     S.  M. 


P.  C.  12. 

Shirland. 


1  Sweet  is  the  task,  0  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing  ; 
To   praise   Thy  name,   and   hear   Thy 
word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  hour, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell  ; 
And,  when  the  night-wind  shuts   the 
flower, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
349 


381.  THE    SABBATH. 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee 
best, 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  best  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


*>&I«        L.    JM.  \  Somervflle. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope,  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade  —  no  clouded  sun  — 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

350 


THE   SABBATH.  382,383. 

382.    CM.  \\g£ 

1  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  bless 

Tliis  consecrated  day ; 
Unfolds  His  wondrous  promises, 
And  makes  it  sweet  to  pray. 

2  Glory  to  God !  who  deigns  to  hear 

The  humblest  sigh  we  raise  ; 
And  answers  every  heartfelt  prayer, 
And  hears  our  hymn  of  praise. 

•!&<£•        C    M.         j  Lane'sboroiigh. 

1  BLESTdayof  God!    most  calm,  most 

bright ; 
The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight ; 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  who  do  the  Sabbath  love, 
A  happy  week  will  find. 
351 


384.  THE   SABBATH. 

4  This  day  I  must  to  God  appear  ; 
For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 

03^1.        C.   M.  |  Lanesbo'roiigh. 

1  When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

And  sighs  for  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  will  be  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Shall  shed  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Blest  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will 

cease  ; 
Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,    heavenly    Spirit,   source    of 

peace, 
A  sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done  ; 

The  world's  long  "week  be  o'er  ; 
That  sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun  ;• 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 
352 


MISCELLANEOUS.        385,  386. 

MISCELLANEOUS. 
^85.     0.  M. 


J  P.  C.  336. 

(  Charity. 


1  Defend  the  poor  and  desolate, 

And  rescue  from  the  hands 
Of  wicked  men  the  low  estate 
Of  him  that  help  demands. 

2  Regard  the  weak  and  fatherless  ; 

Despatch  the  poor  man's  cause  ; 
And  raise  the  man  in  deep  distress 
By  just  and  equal  laws. 

3  Rise,    God  !  judge   Thou  the  earth  in 

might, 
The  oppressed  land  redress  : 
For  Thou  art  He  who  shall  by  right 
The  nations  all  possess. 

386.    L.  M.  {£&£ 

1  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

23  353 


387.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can 

thank ; 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

3  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod] 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


BS7.    CM.  j§£a 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 
Where  they  may  broadly  run  ; 

And  love  has  overflowing  streams 
To  fill  them  every  one. 


But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 
Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
.  Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep 

That  blessing  from  above  ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have  ;  — - 

Such  is  the  law  of  love. 
854 


MISCELLANEOUS.        388, 388. 

388.  CM.  {$££ 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure  ; 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  die- 

tress, 
Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight,. 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill  ; 
And,  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried,. 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

389.  S.  M.  IbE^S*. 
1  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 

Our  path  through  wilds  is  laid  ; 
We  watch,  as  for  the  day-spring  near, 
Amid  the  breaking  shade. 
355 


390.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  hosts 

Meet  on  the  battle-plain  ; 
Our  holiest  hopes  seem  vainest  boasts, 
And  tears  are  shed  like  rain. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  the  slave 

Still  bears  his  heavy  chains  ; 
Their  daily  bread  the  hungry  crave, 
While  teem  the  fruitful  plains. 

4  Hark  !  herald  voices  near 

Lead  on  Thy  happier  day ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  our  hosannas  hear! 
We  wait  to  strew  Thy  way. 


390.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.      ft 


C.  32T. 
Suffolk. 

1  Hark  !  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming 

Comfort  to  the  mourning  slave  ; 
God  has  heard  him  long  complaining, 
And  extends  His  arm  to  save  ; 

Proud  oppression 
Soon  shall  find  a  shameful  grave. 

2  See,  the  light  of  truth  is  breaking 

Full  and  clear  on  every  band, 
And  the  voice  of  mercy  speaking, 
356 


MISCELLANEOUS.  391. 

Now  is  heard  through  all  the  land  ; 

Finn  and  fearless 
See  the  friends  of  freedom  stand. 

3  Lo,  the  nation  is  arousing 

From  its  slumber  long-  and  deep, 
And  the  friends  of  God  are  waking, 
Never,  never  more  to  sleep 

While  a  bondman 
In  his  chains  remains  to  weep. 

4  Long,  too  long  have  we  been  dreaming 

O'er  our  country's  sin  and  shame  ; 
Let  us  now,  the  time  redeeming, 
Press  the  helpless  captive's  claim, 

Till,  exulting,     . 
He  shall  cast  aside  his  chain. 

391.     lis,  10s,  &  9s.      {5£«: 

1  God,  the  All-terrible  !  Thou  who  ordainest 

Thunder  Thy  clarion,  and  lightning  Thy  sword  : 
Show  forth  Thy  pity  on  high  where  Thou  reignest ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  0  Lord  ! 

2  God,  the  Omnipotent !  mighty  Avenger  ; 

Watching  invisible,  judging  unheard  ; 
Save  us  in  mercy,  0  save  us  from  danger  ! 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  0  Lord  ! 
357 


392.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  God,  the  All-merciful  !  earth  hath  forsaken 

Thy  ways  all  holy,  and  slighted  Thy  word  ; 
But  not  Thy  wrath  in  its  terror  awaken  ; 
Give  to  us  pardon  and  peace,  0  Lord  ! 

4  So  will  Thy  people,  with  thankful  devotion, 

Praise  Him  who   saved   them  from  peril  and 
sword  ; 
Shouting  in  choi'us,  from  ocean  to  ocean, 
Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to  the  Lord  ! 


QQfc)  Q      TV  X  (    P.  C.  323. 

«$«^t.       O.    1U.  [  Burlington. 

1  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 

The  frantic  warrior's  call ! 
Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with 
gore  ? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 

Chains,  from  the  captive  fall ! 
Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart ! 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 

3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 

Each  mean  partition  wall  ! 
Let  love  each  harsher  feeling*  drown ; 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

858 


MISCELLANEOUS.  393. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 

Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall ; 
That  Heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 

393.    L.  M.  |pe^; 

1  We  praise  Thee,  Lord  !  if  but  one  soul, 

While  the   past  year  prolonged  its 

flight, 
Turned  shuddering  from  the  poisonous 

bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  Thee,  if  one  clouded  home, 

Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pined, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come, 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind ; 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 

Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end  — 
No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King ! 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand  ; 
Till  grateful  at  Thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 
359 


394.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Baptismal  Chant. 


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Little  travellers  Zionward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest ; 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win ; 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  -golden  gates  ! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 

Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I,  from. Greenland's  frozen  land  ; " 

"  I,  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;  " 
"I,  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;  " 

"  I,  from  islands  of  the  main." 

"  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  ! 
Each  the  welcome  '  Come '  awaits — 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  !  " 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  1 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 
360 


MISCELLANEOUS.         395, 398. 

9195,        CM.  \  Bridgeport. 

1  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children,  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven  — 
A  holy,  happy  band. 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 

4  On   earth  they  sought  their  Saviour's 

grace  ; 
On  earth  they  loved  His  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

396.    L.  M.  J£5S 


Eucharist. 


Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
From  Thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 

And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  : 
361 


397, 398.         doxologies. 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  Thine  — 

That  Thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear  ; 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 

The  sign  of  covenant  grace,  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  yeai*s, 

0  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ! 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  Aveep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  Thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way  ; 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold  restore. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

397.     L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow! 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

398.     L.  M.    Double. 
Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 

In  earth  and  heaven  the  Lord  of  all ! 
Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 
And  low  before  His  footstool  fall. 
362 


DOXOLOGIES.  399—401. 

2  Higher,  still  higher  swell  the  strain  ! 
Creation's  voice  the  note  prolong ! 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign  ; 
Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song  ! 

S99.     L.  M. 

1  The  peace,  which  God  alone  reveals, 

And  by  His  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,    and    keep,    and    cheer    our 
hearts. 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here. 

400.  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

401.  C.  M. 

We  raise  our  shouts,  0  God,  to  Thee, 
And  send  them  to  Thy  throne  : 
363 


402,  403.  DOXOLOGIES. 

All  glory  to  the  united  Three, 

The  undivided  One  ! 
Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat,  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 

In  one  eternal  round. 

402.     Is  &  6s. 

To  Thee  be  praise  forever 

Thou  glorious  King  of.  kings  ; 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings  ; 
We  '11  celebrate  Thy  gloiy, 

With  all  Thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 

403.     8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee  — 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 
364 


DOXOLOGIES.  404—408. 


4©4.     8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 
Thou  the  God  whom  we  adore ; 

May  we  all  Thy  love  inherit, 
To  Thine  image  us  restore  : 

Vast  Eternal ! 
Praises  to  Thee  evermore. 


405.     5s  &  6s. 

By  angels  in  heaven 

Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed 
To  God  in  Three  persons  — 

One  God  ever  blessed  : 
As  hath  been,  and  now  is, 

And  always  shall  be. 

4®S.      lis. 

0  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addressed, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  blessed, 
All   glory   and    worship,   from   earth   and   from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 
365 


407—410.  DOXOLOGIES. 

407.  S.  M. 
Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  th'e  Spirit,  too. 

408.  II.  M. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 

To  God  the  Spirit,  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

409.  la. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host  — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

410.  In. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
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DOXOLOGIES.  411—413. 

As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

411.     L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given 
Through   all   the   worlds   where   God  is 

known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

419.     C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below  ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath , 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

413.     8s  &  Is. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 

Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  ; 
367 


414.  DOXOLOGIES. 

Praise  the  fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live 

Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

414.     6s  &  4s. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 
368 


